[center][color=2E8B57][h2]Duncan MacAiden[/h2][/color]
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[@FelixArgyle][@Lucius Cypher][@Letter Bee][/center]

With the speed with which his (increasingly irritatingly) powerful legs carried him, it took Duncan a fair bit of effort to stop short of the axe-wielding knight, but stop he did. Leaving a pair of small divots in the ground and muttering curses the whole while as the heels of his riding boots wore down under the friction and he dropped into a ready stance, not knowing if the afore-mentioned armoured figure was going to take a crack at him like seemingly every other stranger he ran into this morning. 

[color=2E8B57][i]'Reeeally starting to get sick o' this shi-'[/i][/color] He lost his train of thought as his eyes caught hold of what was behind the man... or rather, what [i]wasn't[/i] [color=2E8B57][i]'...What?'[/i][/color]

Of all the things he'd seen in the past day-and-a-half, he'd finally found the one that actually made his jaw drop, his shoulders and hands slacking slightly soon after at the sheer [i]insanity[/i] of what he was looking at.

The wall. It was [b]gone.[/b]

[color=firebrick]”I take it that you have some issue against Felix here. I understand that some may fear the Royal Knights if they abuse their power, so I will be lenient for now..."[/color]

The knight was talking, but Duncan was somewhat preoccupied with staring down at his hands for the third time in the past hour, only now beginning to fully comprehend the implications of the light scrapes on his palms, the shallow, bloody cuts on his chest visible through his now-ruined undershirt and the blood he could feel trickling down his face.

Any one of those hits he took [i]should[/i] have reduced him to a fine red paste.

He should have been [b][i]dead.[/i][/b]

And yet, here he stood. Bloodied, yes, but otherwise unharmed.

[color=firebrick]"Explain yourself, and why you felt it necessary to try and kill a Royal Knight, myself, and justify the destruction of kingdom property and generally disturbance of peace.”[/color]

Was this what that fucking noisy kid in the tavern was going on about when he started raving about magic?

[i]...Was he even [b]human[/b] anymore?[/i] 

[color=firebrick]”I am Malakaus Firebelly, knight errant of the Kingdom of Luganica. Now I ask you, why did you just try to kill a Royal Knight?”[/color]

[color=2E8B57]"Wait, what?"[/color]

Duncan's head snapped up, now fully out of his reverie and staring back up at the... very large, very irate looking figure in front of him obscured slightly by the sunlight, holding an axe and asking questions.

To be fair, it was a good question. And honestly, he rather preferred it to getting an axe to the face.

...Now, if he just had an answer for the guy that didn't sound [i]completely stupid...[/i]

"Wait, wait! I saw everything!"

To his credit, Duncan's expression didn't change in the slightest, even if he was screaming internally.

[i]The fucking Kid was back.[/i]

"The Knight attacked the bald man first! He used a jet of water that propelled - I mean pushed - the bald man outside of the tavern and started attacking him with ice! The bald man kept trying to reason with him, but the Knight won't stop, and he even used magic to make a person dance about like a puppet!"

Said bald man pinched the bridge of his nose and knit his eyes shut to stem the migraine he could feel forming in the back of his skull. This was gonna be [i]doozy[/i] to explain.

Finally, with a sigh, he began-

[color=2E8B57]"Earlier today, some guy in a tavern broke a bottle, a chair and his [i]hand[/i] off of my head because [i]somebody[/i] got him all riled up."[/color] He started, pointedly shooting a glare at the boy standing behind him as he spoke [color=2E8B57]"On my way up the stairs to get myself cleaned up and to try and figure out why I wasn't out cold or [i]dead[/i], I met Felix, who patched me up and, in the process, gulped down an entire bottle's worth of rum in the span of two seconds. I told him about the kind of particularly [i]strange[/i] day I'd been having, one thing led to another after that and, well... [i]here we are."[/i][/color]

His hands raised a few times to try and help him form the words for the next part, his mouth opening and closing a few times to try and even articulate a sentence that didn't sound [i]completely[/i] insane. Finally, his arms just flopped to his sides and he let out a tired sigh, clearly giving up.

[color=2E8B57]"He kept firing ice-bullets at my skull, ramming me into walls and doing some weird... puppety shit... to the guy who attacked me earlier, so I... punched him in the face..."[/color] He stated, how he felt about the whole affair clearly evident in his voice, before pointing to the wall behind the knight [color=2E8B57]"...Which, as of this morning, apparently now does [i]that.[/i]"[/color]   

There was a moment of silence after that, before Duncan finally spoke again, looking more tired than ever.

[color=2E8B57]"If you want to arrest me, I won't put up a fight. I think I've had enough excitement for one day [i]without[/i] becoming a fugitive in a country I've been in less than forty-eight hours."[/color]