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There were almost a week since he parted ways, leaving the Larue, and what was basically his entire life until now behind. The proud, but sad smiles on the other members still scratched the back of his memory. But it was probably for the better. He had already learned everything that he could there. The college could provide him with the answers he sought regarding his mageblood. It was a dangerous power, but Henri saw how much potential it had. He could do so much more... But only if his own ability didn't get him killed before that. For that, his best bet was going to the Twilight College.

Since the Larue circus was passing relatively nearby the region where the college was located, Henri figured that it would be the best time to go. But he didn't expect that the college was [I]that[/I] far away... Why the Larue were passing through Djarkel lands was beyond him. The Larue's style of life was literally the complete opposite of that land... The land was barren, putrid, reeking of death. Even the landscape was terribly grey and colorless... The Larue caravan stood out like a sore thumb on all that grayness. Even though, the Larue themselves didn't seem to be affected by that sad land at all, that was something that Henri would certainly miss... They were always happy, cheerful smiling, dancing, drinking, telling stories... They lived their lives at their fullest. It was as close of being completely and truly free as a living, sentient being could get, in Henri's opinion.

[color=red][i]"Enough with that... I still have a long way until I get to the College... And those gloomy thoughts won't help at all to keep me sane in this terrible place..."[/i][/color] Henri thought to himself with a chuckle. He was terribly unlucky... He thought that he was pretty close from the College, so he brought only his few possessions, namely his clothes and his knives, and some few provisions, which ran out that same morning. He should start worrying himself with that, but hey! He was a Larue... He was used to walk around at his own luck with only a smile on his face, his knowledge and his abilities.

Luck was an elusive maiden, or at least that was what everyone always said, but for the Larue, the Lady Luck was [i]always[/i] smiling.
For Henri, it was the same. Even in a dire situation like that, he still counted with his luck. Some people used to say that that habit would someday get him killed. To those people, Henri simply gave them a smile and said 'I am still alive, right?' That same smile crept up on his face the moment he saw a city, the buildings contrasting against the grey landscape, on the horizon.

Getting closer to the buildings, his eyes caught a quite... intriguing scene going on. On top of a large warehouse, a large orc woman, wielding two very dangerous looking machetes and a petite woman were fighting. Well... not exactly fighting. The small woman was basically rolling on the roof, evading the orc's machetes and trying to survive. The two were probably distracted, either trying to survive or trying to hit the other one, so Henri wouldn't even need to hide himself, instead, simply walking towards a building just near the warehouse, easily climbing on its roof. He had a clear sight of the big orc woman, which was facing the other side. Sneaking was almost a second nature to him. One learned how to walk silently after living in the streets his entire life.

Henri was already putting his hand over one of his daggers to throw it on the orc woman, but after thinking a bit, he hesitated. He didn't know what was happening, both the orc and the petite woman were strangers to him. Sure, the orc woman was dangerous, and was the only one armed, at least from what he was able to see, but still...

After considering his options for a brief while, he quickly came up with a plan.
The noise would make when landing surely would alert the orc, which would undoubtedly face towards the noise to investigate it. She seemed to be experienced with the weapons she held on her hands, so it was safe to assume that immediately after watching Henri running towards her with a dagger on his hands, she would certainly try to parry his attack. Without the element of surprise, a one on one fight with that orc woman was simply suicide. Henri was tired after travelling so much, and that orc was probably much stronger and tougher than him. So instead of simply charging towards her, he could use her own reflexes against her, with a feint attack.

After deciding on that plan, Henri started running towards the edge of the building he currently was, using the momentum to throw the stone as hard as he could towards the orc woman. At the same time, the second the stone left his hands, he jumped towards the warehouse building. The running start and his abilities were enough for him to land safely on the other side, rolling on the ground to deaden the fall.

Immediately after landing, he unsheathed one of his daggers, lunging towards the orc woman with it on his hands, doing his best to look just like an amateur, which didn't know how to wield a knife or fight properly. Timing was important. The second he got close to the orc, he would drop down to the ground, doing a sweep kick to throw her on the ground, followed by an axe kick, aiming to her head. If he was lucky, that would be enough to put her down for a few minutes, or at least make her dizzy and drop her weapons...

[color=red][i]"Lady Luck... once again, I'm on your hands..."[/i][/color] He thought to himself as he ran towards the orc woman.

[@Fallenreaper]