[h3][color=black][b]Earthland - Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/b]
Rutger Artz[/color][/h3]
Master Jamie had been nothing but welcoming, even to Vincent. Seeing xem suddenly so filled with a tranquil, ice cold fury as xe explained who Amelia was and what had been done to her finally convinced Rutger that, if nothing else, these people needed to be expelled from the guild. And the fact that they were laughing the guild master's face didn't do a lot to help their credit either.

He was so afraid of fighting, of losing control...he hadn't even met this Amelia girl, didn't know the first thing about her. But his guild knew her, and cared for her, and would protect her. His guild. Phoenix Wing.

The force had various effects on the three standing in front of Jamie, all of whom stood their ground with varying degrees of success. The first male was struggling the most and being pushed back at a steady rate. The girl was faring better though not by much. The man with the mechanical arm was far the best and was barely even moved by the force. In fact, he almost seemed bored and cracked his neck. "Really Jamie, is this the best you have to offer?" He asked, looking at her. He was surprised the man would take such a simple course of action, considering the information they had on the guild master. "At least try to make this slightly entertaining. If this is all you're going to do, we'll be at this all day."

In a flurry of movement that sent the stool he'd been sitting on clattering to the floor, Rutger dashed past Jamie. Moving with the force the master was giving off to increase his momentum, he was suddenly around and behind the man with the mechanical arm. He had told Damien he had never been trained to fight, and that was true.

But back home, he'd been wrestling mountain rams over two hundred pounds to the ground for shearing since he was a child.

Grabbing the black coated man by the back of his belt with one hand and the collar of his jacket with the other, Rutger's grip tightened until his leather gloves creaked. He bent both knees, and with a sudden roar, lifted the other man bodily from the ground and turned, using his entire body for leverage in a variation of a fireman's carry before he hurled the man out of the doors of the guild. He chased after him, tossing aside his brown cloak and backpack. He knew that wouldn't be enough to stop the man, if it had even hurt him.

Once they were outside the guild, in the grassy fields between Magnolia and the East Forest, Rutger marched towards the man, his red scarf billowing out behind him.

"I don't wanna fight, so if you want to leave, now is your last chance." He brought both fists crashing together, and they were enveloped by black flame. An aura of the same began to surround the young man. "But you seem like the strongest of the three...so I don't think I have to worry about holding back on you." The sheepherder's gentle eyes suddenly narrowed fiercely, and his flames increased in intensity, crackling and popping as if they were cheering for their freedom.