[quote=@Bright_Ops]Since the man could freely move his head from side to side, it was clear that he didn't have a proper plate to cover the gap between helm and breastplate; Even if he did, a solid blunt blow there might not be lethal but it would still be enough to cause breathing issues and hopefully knock the bastard flat on his back again so that he could follow up by placing a foot on his throat to hold him down on the ground.  [/quote]
Taking a closer look, Fortune saw that the armored crossbowman [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/cc/Kurfurst_Otto_Heinrich%2C_Pfalzgraf_bei_Rhein_by_Wendelin_Boeheim.jpg][i]was[/i] in fact wearing a gorget[/url] - but was apparently fitted rather looser than was strictly advisable, probably expressly so the man could have a better range of vision. It still might have turned away a strike from Fortune's sword, but clearly it was not up to the task of cushioning the bandit's neck from Fortune's vicious knee blow. Already debilitated and in pain from the arrow partly lodged in their eye, the knight recoiled in shock and fell, much as Fortune had predicted he would. Fortune felt the other man's grasp on the exceedingly dangerous bolt slacken and let go; it was to be thanked that Fortune had the good sense to have kept both hands on his adversary's arm to prevent it from falling. 

[quote=@WiseDragonGirl]"What were they right about?" he asked with a calm voice as he removed the backpack from his back and opened it. "And why exactly did you and your friends attack the limousine? Didn't you like the colour?" While he certainly wanted an answer, he opted for the casual conversation approach and didn't give the man his undivided attention. Instead, he looked for some bandage and something to close the wound with. While the wound wasn't big, it was deep enough to need some stitches. He didn't need to remove the arrow to see that and he wouldn't remove it before he had everything he needed to treat the wound. Right now it was the arrow that kept the man from bleeding profusely.[/quote]
"Tha sahd-tha sahd-" The thug's face and the neck of his plastic chainmail were both profusely slick with saliva, snot, and mucous dribbling from his every poor. The man's eyes were wide, but his gaze was distant, as though he was not even there on the street with Andreas. In the distance, the sound of a car's engine became audible as it approached the intersection.

"I wa big sent here just to suffer...Tha mad bets on it...tha did even cah 'bout us...or you." His eyes finally settled somewhat, narrowing and relaxing. The thug looked serenely at the morning sky as Andreas began to tend to his arrow-wound, his anxiety fading away. "Way does tha sun feel cold?" He whispered the question hoarsely. It was a fair question, given that the shade cast by the levitating sphere seemed to be warmer than the eerily cold light shining from the morning sun. The sound of the approaching car became louder.

[quote=@mdk]He shuddered while curling into a ball, though. Were he to land, he intended first to see to the comrade with the spike through her backpack. She seemed rather poorly off.[/quote][quote=@Holmishire]Finally, she pushed herself up with her good hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. Dragging her backpack along the ground with her right hand, she winced and clutched her shoulder with her left, slowly turning to face the wreckage of the car. There was nothing left to see of the driver—whether he had been sliced to pieces or consumed by the molten metal, she knew not. What she did do, however, was take a moment to acknowledge the dead, and to look over the status of the car.[/quote]
Ariett turned back to what remained of the limousine just in time to see the last vestiges of the crumpled windshield frame and hood adorn a brilliant silver finish, countless shards of shattered glass now transmuted to brilliant metallic chips and slivers, all glimmering in the sunlight. The reflected light flared in her eyes - but she felt nothing, as though the immense glare had no substance to it. The very reflex to flinch or veer her gaze away from the source failed to manifest.

She felt cold. The light felt cold. 

As she focused her gaze just through the shattered windshield, she could suddenly see the completely plated corpse of the chauffeur, the grisly anatomy of his disintegrated cranium preserved in perfect detail, down to every nook and cranny. Every curve and nuance of each clump and string of gristle was immaculately cast. Was that a cogwheel where the atlas of his spine should have been? She vaguely registered the arrival of another vehicle on the scene just as Luca fell to the ground from the air, Amelie's redirection orb having successfully intercepted him and turned his path earth-bound more. With his body tucked into a ball, he hit the ground at a roll - thankfully away from any of the thorned patches of metal sprouting from the cobblestone street.

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Slowing down and pulling up alongside the curb to its left where Donny and Kael were standing was a brass-colored Rolls-Rocye phantom with completely opaque windows. A hood ornament mounted near the front depicted an imperiously rearing Unicorn wearing a crown - a symbol which Fortune would immediately recognize as the crest of Lord Aldric, identical to the wax seal accompanying the letter he had received prior to coming to New Nemea. The driver's window rolled open and a thin-faced man wearing a gray suit and hat peered out, squinting at them all before turning his head to look at the ruinous scene. He took it all in and shook his head in disbelief.

"They're all here. Looks like everyone made it, but we'll need some solvent. There are two..." The suited man glanced with a raised eyebrow between Kael and Amelie. "...make that four stragglers."

The rear left-hand door audibly unlocked and began to swing open at the same time as the sound of the car doors on the phantom's right side could be heard opening. The thug Andreas was tending to looked at the Rolls Royce and the opening doors wearing a dumb-founded expression, his eyes widening again in terror.

"Ya sent to suffer too." His voice was cracked and dry, but clearly audible. Who he was addressing was unclear. In the distance further along the various streets along the intersections, a few hazy individuals could be seen returning into the open - looking down at the scene of the ambush.