[color=a36209][h1]Kuruk[/h1][/color]
[quote][@Leonerdo][/quote]
Whilst Kuruk stomped around in the tense stand-off and made his annoyance clear, he failed to notice the girl that bounced off his back-end. Though he felt something, he had assumed it had been the cow. “Fighting, brawling, pugilism... 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.” Declared the fancy dressed knight before the two of them readied their weapons. 

[i]“Pfft!”[/i] snorted Kuruk with a bit of a chuckle. He could tell they didn’t want to fight – someone would already be dead by now if they did. He would have reached for his own weapon at that point had the girl not started sobbing for aid; her weak and weary tone sapped his anger slightly, and he watched her get escorted away through the corner of his dark walnut eyes.

“As you can see, 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.” Continued the knight, who seemed to be growing irritated by the stand-off. The other knight, the one with the shield, had grown a slight smile - one which Kuruk would have been elated to have wiped off. 

“You couldn’t hold me in some dungeon. I would [i]die[/i] before I let a man put chains around me again!” he snarled. Unfortunately, his own mentioning of the word 'chains' reminded him of his captivity and this only soured his mood further. He locked eyes with the knight and saw no signs of wavering, no signs of fear or doubt. It might have been refreshing for him to have been in the presence of another warrior, especially after dealing with cowardly guards for weeks, but now he was focused on the man’s movements and what he would need to do should either of them try anything. The tense situation dragged on in silence for what felt like hours (though it was no more than a dozen seconds). “Fine!” he eventually growled with a light flailing of his empty hands, “But tell me, what is your name? And why won’t your pathetic king allow Kuruk or the guards to fight the Legion head on?”

The giant’s resignation helped to defuse the situation somewhat, which seemed to relieve and disappoint the small crowd in equal measure. With the tension loosening, the crowd continued to shuffle on away from the city’s walls along with the rest of the uneasy populace. The little elven farmer had also managed to get Daisy moving by now and they too quickly disappeared into the flow of traffic, leaving only the centaur and the two knights.