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	As the mass slaughter began to take place, a single man emerged from the fighting. Quickly running up a building to avoid an incoming assailant, a figure clad in a hooded robe looked across the battlefield. Each of these men were as strong, if not stronger, than himself. The freedom fighters gathered were simply not enough, and only now did any one of them know it. Quickly looking across the rooftops, he spot an armored man, and an armed woman having a confrontation. The mysterious man also spotted a young man threatening what seemed to be the goons of a noble, who were standing near a woman in chains. He had a split moment to decide who to assist, as his attacker began to climb the building. It took all of a second, but the figure in a blur began to move across the rooftops, to fast for most, if any there to follow. With a small leap, his feet slammed into the ground, him flanking the man in plate-mail.

	"Hey, buddy. Didn't your mother ever tell you, if a lady draws a blade on ya, she's not into you?" He asks, leaning on his staff, a simple walking stick with iron caps. He figured this man to be either related to the goons below, or perhaps some independent force, working along side them. Either way, the mysterious man knew that this woman was on his side. anyone willing to take a shot at a slave auctioneer was definitely his kind of person.