[@CommisarJhon]

Nick hadn't been expecting all that much craziness by that point in the day. He'd pretty much [i]just[/i] made it to the town about an hour ago, and was currently getting all the fun exploring out of the way before getting to work and solving any problems the townspeople could think of. By all accounts, this should be the rest period, where he could just enjoy himself without having to get involved in anything too weird.

So maybe it was natural that he was nearly [i]obliterated[/i] by a green blur that blasted past him at a speed so ridiculous that he couldn't even make out what it really was. Hell, just the dust the... thing... left in it's wake nearly blew him over. For a moment, he could only sit there, stunned and not entirely sure what had just happened.

And then he turned his head to look at the rapidly shrinking green blur fading into the distance, the moment passed, and he jumped onto a hastily summoned spear to zoom off after the crazy anomaly.

Unfortunately, he hadn't fully comprehended just how [i]fast[/i] it had been moving when he started it, and by the time he managed to actually catch up with the bloody thing, he was sweating so hard that he could barely cling to the spear without needing to hastily shimmy back up every few seconds, thanks to the wind pressure doing it's absolute best to send him sliding off the back to... well, probably his death, now that he thought of it.

Maybe this wasn't his best idea...

Still, he could at least see the person, and yes, it was actually a [i]person[/i] behind the whole thing, and with all the effort he'd put into this, he didn't really want to give up now. And so, steeling his resolve, he decided to try and ask the guy what he was doing.

"HEBRRIIBBREBBABRRBEBBEBI!!!"

Ok, note to self, extreme wind pressure isn't really conductive to a productive conversation. Time for plan B, sign language. Nodding to himself, he removed a hand from the flying spear to start making some universally understood signs.

And was immediately peeled off the polearm by g-force alone, flying backwards with an ear-piercing shriek. Well, he guessed it was technically still forwards, but whatever. The physics of the situation wasn't the most important part at the moment.

Before he could shatter every bone in his body on contact with the ground, he materialized a new weapon beneath him. However, this one was a lot better for this kind of thing... Well, it [i]kind of[/i] was. It was essentially a giant sword, with a blade so wide that it bore a remarkable resemblance to a surfboard from the old world, at least in terms of dimension. However, the edges of the blade itself were so ridiculously blunt that, even with the speed they were moving, it didn't instantly slice through his fingers like butter. It was almost like the weapon was made specifically for this task.

Once he had managed to resume desperately clinging to the sword, he gave up on communication for the moment and decided to look for any hints as to there they might be heading. It was then that he finally noticed the cliffs looming in the distance, and if he looked especially carefully, he thought he could see some kind of small structure built into the side.

Well, even if that wasn't the blurs destination, surely once they made it there he'd at least be able to get the story. Once he managed that, things'd probably be all fine and dandy, right?




Right?