Gavin// ------- He rolled on the floor until he had his back up to a wall, clutching his broken arm in the sling there wasn't anything more frustrating. Gavin had limited mobility, pain that interfered with his current mobility and ability to concentrate, but worst of all he was no better than an innocent bystander that cowered. It was a low-hit for him, and it connected sharp as the retaliation would basically be non-existent. Enraged, he would only spark the thought of his sibling he sought to end and coupled with help from unexpected places. There was a powerful gust that threw the room into complete shambles. Gavin threw his unbroken arm to safeguard against, the pots, furnishings, and flying cloth that covered his head in the corner. Batting it away, now a tripod, he managed to stand and yet he got a terrible sensation that emanated from the heartless. The longer he stood idle, the numbers increased...he released a chill from his body, it was slow and close to him. 'No, what am I doing. I need to calculate the repercussions of doing something rash. Rela-' His thoughts again scattered as a moving pot crashed into the wall just above his head, with the resilience of a turtle's shell it amazingly didn't splinter into pieces. The youth bolted towards the nearest door, and as if there was a beacon, most of the creature's focus did not deter from him (agro) and treaded behind into the streets. "You can't be serious??" he said in a panic looking over his shoulder. "Is this your idea of a game of cat and mouse?!" He'd began to feel like he'd made enemies, but the only observation or instance he could recall was with...and thats when it hit him. The empire had to be here as well, clever guesswork is what it had to be. It didn't explain how they found the rebels, how they found him, these creatures were monsters he'd never seen before up until now. What could he do? What the hell were his options at this point. At this point he eventually hit a wall, both in his head, and on the street and turned around. They started to spawn in a straight line, eventually turning into a mob. "A little help would be nice..." the locals that huddled around, quickly retreated into their homes. ".....wow, outsiders...I don't blame you." The large round ones began to funnel flames at the back of their throat and into their hands, the smaller turban creatures with scimitars were sharpening their blades, and there were others that possessed and starting hot white glow. This was bad, Gavin still couldn't fight this much was explored by how quickly and far he chose to run. "Ace! Lin! Shizuka! Somebody!" There was an act of desperation exhibited, as the large fist crashed down, Gavin jumped and hurdled over the head of the creatures. He tucked his arm in for a safe parkour roll. He stumbled and fell backward, spreading his legs apart as a blade stabbed down, nothing but swears were going through his head as he fumbled backwards into another one. It picked him up by the collar and slammed him into the dirt. "Why does my life...have to be this-" On is side, he used his left arm to sprawl and crawl forward. As much as he didn't want to be in this situation, it was happening right now. ----- Salforge\\ ----- The mercenary lowered his arm and adjusted his hearing. He looked down at the envelope and proceeded to open it back up. As he pulled out a white piece of paper riddled with a brief. "Good day old friend. It is within my best interest that General Ryoko is showing you the mercy that Ciel and I have. Enclosed within this envelop is the back of your salary for serving under Division I of the imperial forces. The Commander wanted to pass on his gratitude but has become currently engrossed in our operations that will focus on Arcadia, Cul-De-Sac, and The Pridelands. I choose to end this note with a word of warning, as I am a clairvoyant, what we spoke of prior to your re-assignment, the boy. I insist you snuff him out, a monstrous darkness will be upon the empire if this is none done so with the utmost haste. He will not be reasoned with or convinced otherwise, this I can assure you. At ease, General Levi "Envi" "And there you have it." As ordered he performed what was issued. "As we saw on hollow bastion first hand, this letter makes mention of Gavin as a threat. If the general believes in the interest of the empire, then I will employ all the resources and knowledge as a mercenary to see that he's killed. Nothing more." Neatly tucking the envelop away, there were screams that pierced the walls of the library, from the street. "I'm pretty sure thats one of two things. A common thief making his rounds, or that kid is fleeing because of his broken arm, if I couldn't defend myself thats exactly what I would do. Lets clean up after those mindless savages before we can torture him to death ourselves." With a turn, pivot, and step he left a cold eminence of his presence about the library and made his way towards the open street. This chasing game wasn't something he was fond of, no more.