The trail of blood left Galloway behind, as Ethan had expected. Good thing Cecil had the sense to follow the trail to begin with, and Amuné had made the guess to check that building. One heck of a guess, but it had paid off for them big time. Now he was just worried whether or not they could catch up to Nymira in time, or if they had moved her too far too quickly. Buildings soon gave way to open road, with nothing but trees, the occasional farm and fields populating the space now. The trail continued on a ways out but there was no clear sign of Nymira, or anyone for that matter. She must have been bleeding and fighting the whole way, how hadn't anyone seen anything? This whole business was awfully confusing, she had to be somewhere nearby, no way could they have moved her much further in such a short time.

While Ethan and Amuné were no doubt concerned, Cecil appeared to be doubly so. And not for the reasons they might be, as he seemed to think he was going to lose his battery now; losing his power source would be equivalent to dying, wouldn't it? Norman didn't seem the type to do that, but then they didn't know the man all that well to begin with. Giving his friend a sympathetic look, it was Amuné who beat him to the punch, trying to console Cecil. "Yeah, I'll find a different way to pay for it, don't worry. You're keeping that battery," he added, smiling as he gave a thumbs up. "And we're going to find Nymira too, so that won't even be a problem. Just you wait and see." He could keep saying that all he wanted, but so far they had come up empty handed. Surely they were bound to find some kind of clue sooner or later.

"You think they went into the forest...? Oh man, I hope not, that'll make it even harder to find her," Ethan mumbled, sighing as he rubbed at his head. Wyth might be able to track them, if only they had some sort of scent for him to follow. Wait... That was dogs, wasn't it? Either way it didn't much matter, the moorcat didn't appear to want to leave his master's side any time soon. If Nymira was captive though why would they head into the forest? He assumed it was a group of men moving her, and she was bleeding, so what reason would they have to try and sneak through the woods? People getting arrested wasn't anything new, it wasn't like they had to hide it; then again arrested and kidnapped were two totally different things, now weren't they?

Ethan scratched at his head as he gave the area another look over, wondering just what in the world had happened. So maybe she had been hurt while captured, and now they were bringing her to whoever had asked for her capture in the first place. Okay, he'd buy that, but then why leave their place open and so obvious? Maybe they had left in a hurry, but again for what reason? Walking about a bit in the area he'd mulled that over, stopping when he noticed something strange. Just off to the side of the road he saw skid marks, or rather, marks that looked like someone had been dragged. Arching an eyebrow he walked across the grass and to the tree line, eyes widening when he saw some legs sticking out from behind a tree. Hurrying over he was shocked to find a man propped up against the tree, one eye swollen shut and nose dry with blood, but alive. Just what in the heck was this?

Something didn't really feel right, what was this guy doing out here? Kneeling down to inspect the man he double checked for a pulse, relieved to find one on him. It was then Ethan noticed a sheath on his hip, yet no blade was there. Okay, so he was out cold and his weapon missing, had he been mugged? Furrowing his brow in thought the Magi got up to go report what he'd found, instead freezing on the spot when he swore he felt eyes on his back. Then, the rustling of leaves up above told him he was in danger, and a hand shot down into his pouch. In a matter of seconds he had taken out his sword and unfolded it, catching a pair of daggers and deflecting his attacker, managing to knock them away. Giving one look at who'd come after him and his jaw dropped, his mind a mess as he tried to make sense of this. Wasn't that [url=http://i1273.photobucket.com/albums/y408/VenaSeraIV/Nymira_zps7anq5a75.jpg]Nymira[/url]?!

Was he with these criminals as well? He didn't quite dress the part, but then she wasn't familiar with their customs, so he might well be. The fact he was armed was reason enough to be wary, and she assumed he had been checking on what must be his comrade. She had only just managed to break out of their custody, she had absolutely no intentions of going back. Watching the Muran man with her uniquely colored purple eyes, she immediately went back in for an attack when he tried to speak. She wasn't going to be tricked or lied to, she had business here and couldn't waste time in captivity like some novelty. Jumping up she swung her smaller frame around, slicing in a circular motion with both daggers, finding both of her attacks blocked. Immediately upon landing she tried to trip the man, doing so but watching in frustration as he caught himself on one hand and flipped himself back, easing out of the trees. No way was she letting him get away. Charging after him she made a series of stabbing motions at his torso and head, missing each time or having her strikes deflected. Why wasn't he attacking back? Just what was he playing at?

"Nymira! Please, I'm not your enemy!" Ethan said hastily, ducking and then leaning to avoid the two daggers, "I'm here to help you!" Yikes, here she came again! Trying to parry one of her daggers he gritted his teeth when she knocked his sword away, having to catch both her wrists instead to stop her from stabbing him. Hardly deterred she tried kicking him right between the legs, raising his own leg to block that before falling backwards, rolling and kicking her away as he scrambled for his sword, "I mean it, I'm your friend! Please stop!"

Friend? She didn't have a friend here, only Norman even remotely qualified as such. Nor was she here to make friends, she was here on important business and didn't have time to waste socializing. This man was just another criminal trying to deceive her, of that she was certain. Gathering herself up after he'd thrown her aside, Nymira was prepared to attack again until she realized there were more eyes on her, tensing up and turning to face Amuné and Cecil. Were they with him as well? But one of them was a child... Just what was this? If they had said anything up until now she'd missed it, totally engrossed in her duel with the Mura. Now that she realized there were three people... What should she do? Use magic? She was supposed to be forbidden from doing so, yet she was getting tired of fighting and the odds were technically against her. "Just leave... I have no problems with you..." Nymira spoke, her voice soft yet commanding as she glanced between the three strangers.