There really wasn't any solid reply from Amuné, but Ethan figured the girl didn't mind. Considering both herself and Wyth were not only starving but dirty made it a safe bet they'd like to get cleaned up, and he'd be happy to help with that as well. Gods only know if any tailor around here might have clothing her size, but it was worth a look before he left town. "There's always more where that came from, by the way, just let me know if you want another," he said cheerfully with a smile, "Just don't eat too fast, otherwise you'll get sick." Chuckling as he watched the pair tear into their meals he clasped his hands together, rising to his feet and glancing around to try and find a nearby tailor. 

"Stop that boy! Don't let him escape!"

Hm, what was that? Sounded like someone was awfully cross with some kid, wonder what that might be about. Turning his head to look in the direction of the shout Ethan blinked seeing another boy charging towards him, looking back as well at whoever was pursuing him. Gasping when he realized he was right in the stranger's way he held up his hands defensively, trying to wave to get the other's attention. With no luck in that department he braced for getting hit, giving an "oomph" when he was run into and toppled over, landing on his back with the fleeing boy on top of him. Groaning he lifted up his head, peering over the stranger at the four men in suits, not recognizing their attire at all and finding it highly unusual for how far out they were. Did these people come from the city?

"That's enough, you're through Machina!" one of the men snapped, drawing his firearm from his coat and aiming it at the boy, "You know full well rogue elements like yourself can't roam freely, you'll be deactivated and returned back to the factory."

Machina? Who was a machina? They were calling this boy a machina apparently, but there was no way that was possible; machina were machines, he was a living being, anyone with eyes could see that. No machine looked this lifelike, so whoever had given these people the idea he was a machina was pulling a cruel trick. Able to move once the stranger got off of him he sat up, smiling politely as he looked up at the group of men. "Easy now, I'm sure this is some kind of misunderstanding," Ethan said, raising his hands slowly, "Let's just all calm down here and figure this out. There's no way that this kid can be-" The white-haired boy was cut off when a blade slammed into the ground between his legs, narrowly missing his groin as it broke apart the cobble beneath him. Paling in fright he let out a faint squeak, staring at the blade for a moment before looking up. 

"He is a machine, and he is well beyond his parameters by being out here. Don't be fooled by his appearance, he's as much a machine as my sword," the man spoke, frowning as he pulled his blade free and looked down at Ethan, "You'll be charged for aiding him and be brought into the city if you continue to get in our way. Move aside or be prepared to face the consequences."

"He... He's really a machine, huh?" Ethan mumbled, furrowing his brow as he looked over at the stranger again. No way could that be true, he had emotion and looked to be alive, it just couldn't be true; if this boy was a machine then he was special, it would be wrong to just toss him aside and 'deactivate' him like the men had been saying. Biting his lip uncertainly for a moment the Magi let out a sigh, hanging his head and closing his eyes. "Alright... Just give me a second to..." he began, trailing off as he abruptly spun his body around and swung a leg out, managing to catch the man in the leg and trip him, immediately grabbing the other boy's arm and pushing him ahead, "Go, go, go!" Scrambling up to his feet he grabbed Amuné and held her under one of his arms, taking off hastily down the road with Wyth no doubt following suit. With the stranger now tagging along they made a hasty retreat towards the eastern side of town, hoping perhaps escape into the woods nearby. Glancing back over his shoulder he saw the men still ganging, all four looking mighty angry right now.

There wasn't any realistic chance of making it away from those four, they were fast and their group was a bit bogged down, not to mention the men had weapons. Though Ethan knew nothing of this other boy or why he was being chased he couldn't well abandon him to his fate, even if it meant he himself getting in trouble. A noble endeavor sure, but it would be for nothing if they ended up getting caught here. They had barely made it out of the center when the men were closing in, and the road they were entering was narrow and liable to get them trapped. Seeing little other option, though reluctant to do so, Ethan skidded to a halt and turned around, staring at the men bearing down on them. There wasn't any other option, not if they wanted to get out of here. He hadn't cast magic in some time now, and the spell he'd need to stop them was liable to wear him out, yet it was needed. 

"Amuné, hang on," Ethan said, turning his body and extending one arm towards the four men. Wind seemed to abruptly shift direction in that instant, moving to their backs and then shifting again as it blew against their fronts, taking on a slight swirling motion eventually with Ethan and Amuné at the epicenter. With his hair and clothes being tossed erratically and eyes glowing a slight golden hue the wind took on visible form, a translucent green mist forming at his hand before shooting forward suddenly, expanding and engulfing each of the four men in its wake. Initially nothing happened as they stopped and braced against the gust, but within seconds each of them was swept off their feet, being thrown every which ways both into walls and other objects. The spell only last a few seconds, but once it was over Ethan dropped to one knee, releasing Amuné as he gasped and began panting, a sheen of sweat on his face.

"Hah... There... No more creeps..." the Magi mumbled, smiling as he wiped at his face with his sleeve, trying to force himself to his feet and staggering slightly, "Sorry for that you guys... Didn't mean to hurt you." That spell had definitely overdone it though, he felt like he'd just run a quarter mile in an instant. Thankfully it had done its job, as each man was now sprawled out in various ways, groaning and barely moving as they were no doubt quite disoriented from all of that. As if there wasn't a big enough scene before now the citizens were borderline panicking, some screams emerging as everyone began to rush away from the scene of the attack. Feeling rather terrible for it Ethan could only watch, his smile fading as he looked down at Amuné again. "Sorry... Couldn't let them catch us," Ethan managed, turning to face the unknown boy as he started stumbling forward, "Come on... We should go, before they get up. I don't have another in me."