[center][color=6ecff6][h2]Crispin Clean[/h2][/color]
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Relaxation. It was an odd concept after recent events. Everything rushing and colliding until it all screeched to a halt. Debriefs and analysis of gathered information that thankfully Clean was able to avoid being a part of, the only thing of note really being that he encountered the mismatched girl that tried to abduct Althea and failed to capture her due to what could only be called abnormal flexibility. The kick was something else as well, her strength had to be at least equal to his own swing of the axe to be able to knock it from his grip so easily and it was all a reaction to an unexpected situation from her. 

[color=6ecff6]“Well, since I can’t seem to get this mismatched girl out of my head I’ll have to just capture her.”[/color] Soldiers moved past and kicked up dust causing Clean to frown and move of the road and onto the cobblestone path that led to lodgings. Rounding the corner there were his comrades trying to talk down a well-built soldier and too many soldiers in need of medical attention. The commotion had obviously brought everyone’s attention and quickly heard the Sergeant’s words from mingling stationed soldiers. Walking towards the soldier from behind, Clean looked him over and let his imagination take hold, his blade hamstringing the soldier quickly enough that he’d only feel a cool breeze brushing him, before collapsing to the ground as his legs gave way and writhing in what would probably be immense pain and the blood would pool and drain through the cracks in the earth… it would require immediate medical attention and the soldiers at the gates would no doubt also be treated once the medical staff were made aware.

[color=6ecff6]“Nope, can’t do that. Court martial would be the result if I’m lucky. I need justifiable self-defence as a safety net first. Better not make a mess out of this.”[/color] Staring disdainfully at the ‘Sergeant’ Clean moved over towards the stricken girl.

[color=6ecff6]“You don’t have to ‘play bitch’ to Aquaria. You’re [i]obligated[/i] to play nursemaid and get soldiers proper medical attention. Your failure to comply will be reason enough for Aquaria to dissolve any direct trade routes to, from or even through this area. Justifications such as ‘the soldiers stationed there can’t be trusted to protect us’ will be made.”[/color] Letting his words sink in, Clean stared the Sergeant in the eyes, his icy blue eyes seeming all the colder with every word. 

[color=6ecff6]“Everyone here has seen your actions and you will most definitely be offered up as the sacrificial lamb to appease those dissatisfied and you’re nothing but a fool if you think you can keep this from getting out. The wounded are no doubt going to hold a grudge for one. Not to mention you’ve struck a soldier from Aquaria. If this reaches the wrong ears I’m sure execution would be the [i]least[/i] of your worries. So, how about you perform your duty [i]sergeant[/i]?”[/color] The rank simply dripping with sarcasm, Clean barely managing to keep his poker face, let a mocking smile tug at the corner of his lip never fully forming. If the Sergeant lost his temper again Clean would gladly match anything he dished out.

[@KoL]