Eddie's shielded arm swung over her face to protect her eyes from the artificial sandstorm that began to whirl around her, rendering her blind, leaving her only with her sense of hearing. Eddie immediately fired off another round aimed at where the viking Knight had been standing seconds before when she used her Gift to start the chaotic cover of ash and sand. Her left hand still covering her face, she used her free hand to reach a hand into her vest, pulling out a glasses case, before opening it. She looked inside, seeing the old, glorious item that she had searched for for so long, one which she used only in the most dire of situations, or when she wanted to appear as even more of a badass: a pair of old aviator sunglasses, from before the war. Eddie wasted no time in shoving them onto her face, removing her arm, pulling her sword from its sheath with her newly free hand. The sunglasses weren't the perfect protection, but they were better than nothing. The only problem now was to find the ginger. Eddie did her best to strain her ears to hear beyond the noises of the smokescreen, but heard nothing. At first. As she continued to listen, she caught the sound of foot steps. They were off beat, seemingly limping. It must've been the Knight, so Eddie called out. [color=a36209][b]"So yer gonna run away, are ya?"[/b][/color] she yelled over the sounds around her, slightly muffled by her shawl. [color=a36209][b]"Yer ancestors'd be proud. Y'know, my mama always used to tell me stories about vikin's. About how they stole from the weak and fled from the powerful. It's goodta know that it's a tradition rather than a personality trait."[/b][/color] [@VitoftheVoid] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gwen's head swiveled back to gaze at the restaurant that Eddie had previously been inhabiting, now being eaten by a fiery conflagration, startled by the gunshot that rang out behind it. It could be possible that that was the end of the confrontation, but that was unlikely. Gwen knew the extent of training that most Knights went through, and a couple of gunshots weren't going to be taking one completely down. In any case, she had to hurry. She turned back to the Ingram and the metal man, who she decided must've been illiterate, a common symptom of being an Ashlander, due to his lack of a reaction to her words, only to find another girl, asking the duo if they were alright. Gwen decided to simply ignore the girl for the moment, and turned back to the other two. The horse let out what sounded like a sigh as she lowered her head towards the ground, her knee resting on the ground. She hated kneeling, as it was vastly dehumanizing, but, unfortunately, desperate called for desperate measures. She then shot a glance at the scruffy-looking girl, and a message started to appear on the wing that the girl could see. [b][i][color=brown]We haven't enough time to explain. Please tell this large, metal man that I mean no harm. Tell him that I can help. And don't ask any questions. Someone's life is on the line.[/color][/i][/b] [@VitoftheVoid][@ScoundrelQueen]