[quote][h2][i][color=fff200]Kane Bounevialle[/color][/i][/h2]
[h3][@Fat Boy Kyle] [@Jonnyh447][/h3][/quote]
 The centaur had stomped one of his hooves defiantly against the brick-layed road, snorting in exasperation, and indignant in his posture. This was certainly not a good thing. While Kane kept his poise and Oscar reacting in little more than raising his eyebrows in interest – John, in the back, was slightly anxious; his dominate hand had one of his fingers twitching. It shown to his captain that John was all ready to go in case the situation went south. They all were.

“So you say I can't fight yet?!” The centaur  argued. “Now you're saying I can't fuck either?! Maybe I should get some new armor?!”

Kane found Kuruk staring at him smugly. Kane looked down at his own armor and back to the centaur. The corner of Oscar's mouth smirked as he briefly glanced at his captain. Kane maintained his stoic demeanor and his expression has not changed a sliver.

“Fighting, brawling, pugilism...” Kane began, “violence and assault of any sort, as well as acts of public [i]lascivia[/i], is not tolerated within the walls of Maceron, as decreed by the king of Talbor. If you do not cooperate with the G-2 division, then it is our solemn duty to subdue and detain you in the dungeons of Maceron.”

Kane's spontoon that had been in the resting position this entire time had now been erected, but not pointed at Kuruk. Oscar had taken his tower shield from his back and held it in his arm. John's hand rested on his sword's pommel. It was something of a tense moment, to be prepared for the centaur's outburst, but another interruption had come along.

“He's hurt! Somebody help him, please!” Kane's attention had shifted a moment, moving his eyes to the sound that was behind Kuruk. Kane placed his eyes back on the center as he steadily paced around the sensitive beast of a man to get a look at what was happening. A girl was huddling over something -  a bird, it seemed. A... bird. 

“I've got money, please! Lots of money, just do something, one of you! Please?!”

“John!” Kane hailed.

Almost instantly, and uncharacteristic of the anxious guardsman that had his hand on the pommel of his sword instantly stood erect with his fist saluted against his chest.

“Show her to the town's alchemist immediately, thank you.” He said.

“Yes sir.” John replied and hurried over to attend the elf girl with her injured bird.

Kane turned back to face Kuruk, slightly inconvenienced by the two situations in this short period of time. “As you can see,” Kane told him, “I am a busy man. I advise you to leave the scene and not cause any more trouble this day, or to leave the city. You have no third option.”

Meanwhile John knelt beside Adelaide and looked at the weak, limp looking vulture that was cradaled in the elf's arms. He was a bit stumped why she couldn't see there was already a situation, and that this much noise over a carrion bird seemed a bit over the top – he wasn't sure what she expected guardsmen to do to help – but he still had Kane's order to follow. 

“It's okay, it's okay, just follow me. I'll bring you tot he front door of our town's alchemist, okay?” John told her softly. He looked much more boyish than the other guards of G-2. His soft brown hair was parted down the middle and framed his face like a curtain, and his armor was rather much like that of a knight's, if a bit regular in its design and construction. “She's a sweet old lady, she'll fix your... bird... vulture, up in no time. I swear on my life.”

With that said, he began leading her away from the scene between Kuruk and the other two G-2 guards, Kane and Oscar. They'd be okay. He believed Kane along would be enough for him. With Oscar around too, the centaur would have to be a fool to fight them both. Especially in the middle of the streets of Maceron.