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Though he took note of the man's name, Father "Whiskey" was of no real interest to the young man attempting to leave the room. Right now, Alistair's sole goal was to discover just where they were and, if applicable, when. Like any reasonable man, he had his doubts that this could be some new fantasy land. Such an idea would normally be preposterous, after all. But the appearance of that "Talus" individual, as well as their entire situation, felt rather unique... and real. The easiest way to reach the truth was to investigate their surroundings. There were people outside, so it was natural that asking them should yield some information. 

Yet, there was a wall impeding their progress. His progress. And Alistair had unfortunately bumped into said wall. 

[color=c1ba46]"Geh!"[/color] 

Almost in disgust, Alistair grunted, taking a step back after colliding with this "wall". He took a moment to inspect it, raising his eyebrow to the being's appearance. At least as far as he was concerned, people did not typically wear any form of metallic armor. Maybe if this person was some sort of cosplayer, but he severely doubted this being the case. The armor looked and felt much too real for it to be purely a cosmetic item. And if it was indeed actual armor... then the weapon this woman was showing off had to also be real. 

A chill was sent down the arrogant man's spine, but his features did not display any signs of fear. He wasn't "scared", he was just "cautious". His instincts were yelling at him to do whatever he could to avoid further interaction with the knight before him, but his pride was on the line here. And that was, as far as he was concerned, the more important voice to listen to. Especially because the feminine one coming from the knight was... rather insulting. 

[color=c1ba46]"Bastard? Me?"[/color] he repeated, his ire unhidden. [color=c1ba46]"I don't care what sort of asshole you're working for, if he's so angry at me, then he shouldn't send some armored bitch in his place!"[/color] 

Angrily, he swung his fist at the woman's face, cleanly connecting the punch with more than enough force to knock someone of her size on her ass and probably out of the fight. 

Well, had she been just another human being. But she... was apparently more. Instead, the young man felt a shock run through his body, starting from his hand, as soon as said punch landed. He knew immediately that it had broke, and with an audible grunt, he fell to his knee and grabbed the wrist of his broken hand. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever been in, but still... [i][color=c1ba46]I've heard of a strong chin, but that's not normal at all...![/color][/i]

[color=c1ba46]"The fuck is wrong with you?!"[/color] he spat out, glaring defiantly at the woman.