[center]Jameson Telluth, Captain of the Guard, Insignificant

[h1]Artis Port[/h1]

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Jameson shoved past the panicking crowd and merchants, barking orders to them as he past. Most of the citizens had seen combat for worse than the street chase, so they knew how to handle themselves. The merchants, however, had fallen into hysteria. Several of them had hastily packing up, others simply leaving their belongings at their stands and making a run for it.

[i]Typical foreigners...[/i] Jameson thought to himself, making his way through the crowd. [i]None of them have had any type of training. Seeing the lot of them scramble like scared rabbits... Makes me glad to be Praelian.[/i]

However, as he made his way further down the streets, the panic seemed to spread to more Praelian citizens as well. They had the look of terror in their eyes, as if they had seen something from their nightmares. The force from the stream of bodies rushing away from Jameson's destination was so great he had to pause his advance to brace himself from not falling over. Eventually, the flow from the river of people ran dry and Jameson could finally move again. 

He had briefly lost his direction, before it was recalibrated by a loud crunch and scream from a nearby alley, followed by multiple Praelian guards running away. At first Jameson was baffled that his men would run away from anything, but he then turned furious and began yelling at the men.

"Are you men not Praelian?!" Jameson barked, waving his swords in the air. "What the hell are you running from?"

The men seemed not to skip a beat on their retreat, most completely ignoring Jameson. The few that didn't only gave him a grave look with faces turned white. Most sane beings would have taken that as a sign to flee, but then again, most begins are high ranking Praelians. With both swords drawn, Jameson headed towards the alley. Jameson entered with both swords pointed to the figures in the alley, battle stance ready. His tone was harsh as he spoke...

"Everyone stand down, or be slaught-" Or at least, he was initially. His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw what he could only describe as a cross between an automaton and a zombie, holding a heavily armored knight by his throat. Somehow, the knight managed to configure himself in a plank and had his boot on the strange creature's... Well, Jameson couldn't call it a chest, for it's torso was mostly carved out. What he could see though, was some sort of organ, wildly convulsing within the cavity. 

Jameson made a snap judgement of the situation, and he assumed that whatever creature holding the knight by it's throat was some sort of bad. Trying his damnedest, he threw the sword in his left had at what he guessed to be the heart of the unholy Frankenstein, hoping that piercing the organ would stop whatever it was from it's assault. A brief thought came across his mind as he threw.

[i]Perhaps paperwork isn't that bad...[/i]