[b]Margaret[/b]
Ylisstol looked like what Margaret dreamed of it. A beautiful city, full of all kinds of people. Stretching herself, Margaret looked back at the back of the travelers, looking for Piers. As much as she loved family, he was a troublesome one. He couldn't defend himself, and he was a major scaredy-cat, not a good combination in a big city like this. Without telling anyone else, she ran off, looking for Piers.
[b]Piers[/b]
Piers listened to the man's words of encouragement, watching him dance around and kill the gang, something he could never do, only if because he was too scared. Thoughts raced through his head. What would happen if he did nothing? He wasn't helping at all, and this man was doing all the work. The thought of being able to prove himself raced through his head over and over, and each time it passed over he took another step. Closing his eyes and steadying his sword, Piers closed his eyes and ran at the ruffian, thrusting his sword forward.

The ruffian looked down at him, surprised that a little brat had been able to kill him while he was distracted with the actual threat. Piers pulled his sword out and tackled the barely living man to the ground, raising his sword and stabbing downwards, aiming towards the chest. Feeling the blade stop once it went through and hit hard ground, he pulled it out again, the iron coated with blood. Piers repeated this over and over, feeling weaker with each thrust of his blade. Finally feeling to weak to continue, he pulled his sword out one last time, sheathing it, and sitting on the ground. " I... actually killed a man. How? I'm not able to do that." Piers cradled his head in his hands, nearly in tears.
[b]Margaret[/b]
After a little bit of looking, Margaret finally found Piers, all bloodied, and lying near the corpse of a man. She walked up to the two other people standing there, and quickly spoke to them. "Hey. What happened here? Seems like a nightmare of a time."