[@SSW][@ManyThings] [@Cu Chulainn]  [@King Cosmos]
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[h1][u][b] Latin District - Deadly Wind[/b][/u][/h1]

The topic of when exactly he realized he was in danger was a bit muddy. It was before Ywain had covered him, sending his world tumbling. Yet far from being quick enough for someone like him to defend against such an assault. 

[color=6ecff6]“Noon!” [/color]Despite her worry the girl made her way out of sight, knowing all too well that lingering would only make her another liability. Yet her worried glanced carried over, even as the knight rolled out of his servant’s arms before Ywain disappeared both from sight with his ring and from their presence in a burst of speed.

[color=f26522]“I’m fine!”[/color] he cried out as his feet touched the ground, almost stumbling but swiftly taking control of himself and establishing balance and smoothly breaking into a run. 

[color=f26522]“Was that truly?...”[/color]

He was unable, or perhaps unwilling to finish his question to his servant over their mental link. Dismissing it with a shake of his head he instead steeled himself as he and Cleo retreated to safety.

[color=f26522]“Archer has shown himself to be an active threat. This obstacle to victory and my duty cannot be tolerated. Ywain, defeat and dispose of him.”[/color]

A shame really. The night was off to a nice start, even with the issue of the thief wearing down on him. He hadn’t expected to be attacked in such a way with the obvious presence of the two being together. A confident powerful servant may have, without regard to the numbers disadvantage boldly made for battle. Or perhaps an assassin, caster or archer would have simply watched them in hopes of learning more of them.

But a knight, and an archer not only choosing to attack such a group, but also attack in such a manner. It was no prideful strike, but he also wondered if it could even be called pragmatic at all. It simply made no sense to him.

[color=f26522]“Ywain was there… no, this is not the time.”[/color]

He directed the faeries that were tracking down the thieves to come to the area, to have a set of eyes in the sky to overwatch the unfolding battle between servants.

[color=6ecff6]“You’re okay too, right?”[/color] The girl asked of Cleo. Her worry and concern faded away for the most part the moment she saw her companion was in one piece, but it seems that some was extended to her too.

[color=6ecff6]“Well, either way it’s all good to let the servants fight but we shouldn’t sit completely idle too. Noon, Cleo, let’s get to work! Hm, do you have any familiars around?”[/color]