Volux sent a curt nod toward Jing, once again astounded by the leader's decisiveness and strength in dire situations. No matter how many times he fought alongside, no matter how difficult the situation, he always had a plan. Volux threw a quick glance towards Sera and Arden, but didn't take too much notice as to whether they followed him out of the inn. Before he'd even reached the door shouts of panic and the destructive cackle of flame eating buildings, stalls and people.

Panicked people streamed down the streets, a tidal wave slowing the advance of Volux towards the Eastern District. The sounds of the dead and dying slowly fading behind him left a sickness in the depth of his stomach, and faces of others he hadnt managed to save flashed momentarily across his vision. Volux didn't like this feeling, it left him feeling helpless, knowing he could ease their suffering but at the same time not...

[I]No[/i], Volux shook his head defiantly, [i] you do not think like that. Think of the ones you could save; of their smiling faces and those of their families[/i]. His feet pounded almost as fast as his heart on the cobbled streets as he fought his way through the crowds. Thankfully, there seemed to be less people spilling out onto the streets, with the majority of civilians fleeing however some decided to arm themselves and brandish clumsily made instruments or old swords that had long ago seen their last maintenance.

"[color=8dc73f][/color]Fools" he cursed quietly, urging each group of the impromptu militia to leave it to the professionals. Some headed his advice, others scoffed and were even insulted that someone around half their age was telling them what to do. Volux let out a deep sigh and moved on, "If only i had Jing's charasma" he muttered "how many more people could i save them? How many people could i save from themselves?"