For some time now, the real Sanguin had been walking with Ben. Their sojourn in Haven hadn't been a very social one; along with not speaking to any of the locals -which was a foolish choice in retrospect because one might have been able to tell them about the malevolent force threatening the town- they didn't converse with one another. It made for an uncomfortable and excruciatingly boring couple of hours. Finally, with her feet aching, Sanguin decided that she could no longer bear walking.

“Ah!” She plopped down on the ground, leaning against a building. Her armor clanked as she did so, and even though she wore a mask it was obvious she somewhat fatigued and very irritated. “The least these people could do is give us some info about whatever this threat is. I really [i]hate[/i] waiting.” She pulled off the mask and watched the dreamy town slide closer to dusk through her own eyes. A bead of sweat trickled onto her nose, and she wiped it off angrily, as if it was responsible for the void of progress. “This just sucks.” She was talking to herself as much as Ben, seeing as for a while the boy had been in a near-catatonic state of inactivity.

After a brief rest, Sanguin hauled herself up to her feet. A slight tug on the edge of her mind made her pause momentarily. She opened her mouth, but decided that Ben wouldn't be very much interested in how one of her copies had been hit by a ball and dispelled, so she promptly shut it again and replaced the crimson wolf mask on her head. The pair resumed their patrol, the Blood Moon Child in the lead once more, harboring the hope that Ben would emerge from his trance should anything unusual happen.

As it so happened, though, exactly such a thing transpired. By now the sun was a semicircle peering over the horizon, taking a quick look over his shoulder and the lands his descent was leaving behind. Sanguin took a moment to try and stare directly at the sun to see if her abilities had somehow developed in such a way to allow her to do so without hurting herself. It took only a couple of seconds to deduct that they had not, and Sanguin squeezed her eyes together to recover. Just then, a dazzling flash erupted two streets over, swiftly followed by a sound of thunder. “Finally!” Exclaimed Sanguin, and without hesitation she produced her shield and scimitar and broke out into a sprint, sure that the disturbance was caused by the threat she had been sent here to investigate. In her exuberance, Ben was all but forgotten.