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	Allard nodded to the two of the foreigners, "I cannot rightly ask tha two of ya ta risk yurselves in such way," he said in a serious tone, looking them dead in the eyes in turn. Then, his face seemed to lighten up as his eyebrows raised, looking away towards his axe and feigning interest in dusting it off. "[i]However[/i], if ya find yurselves not tha sleepin' sort, well... not much I can do about that," he said with a smirk. "Go on, rest while ya can. I may be wrong, but if anythin' is out o' sorts, I'm sure you'll hear it. Tha warnin' bell [i]is[/i] quite loud. Anyway, I'll be down here makin' sure all's clean if ya need me."
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	Some time passed into the night without a sound. Allard locked everything up, which he normally wouldn't do for those late night customers that rarely come through. This time however, he made his way outside, locking the door behind himself to secure the inn. When he stepped out into he moonlight, he was in full battle gear, axe in hand as he made his way to the square. From here, he found a good spot in the square that he could see down both the main streets. He set the shaft of his axe down on the ground and rested both hands one over the other on top in the middle of the head. He took a deep breath and waited there, as a silent sentinel into the night.


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	"Ya don't have ta ask me twice!" the chief said responding to Anrak, his accent slipping into a more local and less formal speech. He let the fire die on one side and poured more into the right, causing the craft to spin to the left. Once turned he put everything he had into charging straight for the beast, slightly to the left as Anrak wanted. The amount of power from the flames going into the engines for the skiff was unreal, the large craft quickly outpacing Hilde's lighter single person skiff and passing her. To have been driving the skiff for this long and still holding onto this much power was an incredible feat, even for the most practiced of firekin. Anrak's explosion of power didn't seem to phase the captain, his focus being on taking the fight to the wyrm. Bidzil, however, was caught off guard, and nearly tumbled back. Had it not been for his sea legs, he would have surely toppled over completely. Bidzil was awestruck at the display of power, not ever having seen anything like it before in his life back in Trantis. He wanted to say something to commend him, but he could find no words.

	This display also seemed to take the wyrm by surprise as well, the small explosion added with the curse from Kistal made the wyrm rear up in uncertainty, never having the feeling of fear creep into its mind as an apex predator. It was unsure how to cope, so instead it roared out to the incoming attackers to make them back off, but it was already to late for that. At the same time as Anrak would be making his strike, Chihiro's spear was launched toward her prey, the wyrm making itself an easy target when it reared back, the spear pierces through the eye, and out the other side of its skull. Hilde, seeing her chance to finalize the creature's death, summoned forth the wind to compress itself into the eye wound, pressurizing oxygen into one spot before lighting it with fire, causing a concentrated and potent explosion, making a crater where the creature's eye once was, making sure it was dead as a chunk of its skull was now open to the air. The wyrm fell to its side, kicking up a cloud of sand, which quickly started to turn red with its blood.

	The skiff came to a stop after, an eerie silence took the place of the chaos that they had just been released from. Dorran slumped back in his seat, exhausted form using too much fire."Th-that was incredible!"[/color] Bidzil exclaimed. [color=F4A460]"I've never seen anything like it. No monster like this or even magic like that!"[/color] Dorran looked back to Bidzil with a withering gaze. "Be glad it was a small one, kid. And we need to get out of here soon, other wyrms will smell its blood and come for a meal, they don't mind eating each other, or any other snacks milling about. Morna, you can take over from here, get us to the cave with the others, we will rest there tonight," Dorran said as he sluggishly climbed out of the control seat.

	Hilde glided up in her smaller skiff, the excitement still evident on her face. [color=D2691E]"That was brilliant! The bandits won't know what hit'em! And who would have thought that a fire priest would have been here just in time. The monster didn't know what to do about you, gave it a good fright!"[/color] Hilde babbled happily to Anrak. [color=D2691E]"And Chihiro, what an amazing shot! It was perfectly placed! I had never seen a spear pierce a sand wyrm before!"[/color]

	"Hildebrand!" the chief called, irritation obvious in his voice. Hilde winced a little, her smiling fading instantly like a child knowing why she was getting fussed at. "I heard you were to stay in Kalla. Your father will have our heads if he knew you were out here with us. Hell, he might even know by now..." He looked up at the wyrm for a moment then shook his head. "Bandits he may be just furious about, but this... we won't mention it, alright? Not for a while anyway," he smirked. Hilde then let a sheepish smile appear, but it was quickly wiped from her face when he pointed to her. "Oh no, don't think you are in the clear. Meet with us at the cave, we have a bit to discuss," He looked to Morna, the other firekin that was with them, "alright lets get over there before the other party starts freaking out."

	Hilde looked to Anrak, [color=D2691E]"Hey, you were looking for armor right? Well, you could do much worse than using the hide of a sand wyrm. If you can cut it out, it would work well against most average weapons,"[/color] she smiled with a wink to the large man as the skiff started to move away from her. She then hopped onto her skiff and started to follow them to the cave, which was within eyesight of where the sand wyrm had fallen.

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	In the darkest part of the night, when all should be silent as Kalla slept, a lone bell started to right out. When all should be dark, fires were alight in the fields and some buildings. The two foreigners would awake and see not the town at slumber, but the starting of a battle. There was shouting and fighting, and the occasional burst of fire from a firekin, however, one thing was quite noticable at the square. The number of bodies that surrounded a giant of a man, fighting scores more of men on his own, his great axe bringing down multiple attackers as a scythe to wheat. Crushing opponents under his feet and under his mighty fists. Allard, a man that was normally so jovial, driven into rage aimed against the men who would dare harm the people in his town that he saw as family. They would all pay at the edge of his blade, the streets would run red tonight.

	There were skirmishes all through the town, fighting off one of the largest bandit hordes ever seen by Kalla. Normally the bandit groups that would attack were small and cocky, thinking they could take on the town without a fight, however, this group of bandits was well put together, as if there were militants mixed into the wild Varuk bandits to bolster their fighting forces. At one point there was a large man trying to shove the doors to the inn open, though it was quickly silenced as Allard, from afar fighting in the square, pulled out a large hunting knife and threw it, the blade burying itself deep into the man's skull from behind, the point jutting out his forehead at the other end, dead before he hit the ground.

	"COME ON THEN, YA COWARDLY RAT BASTARDS! I'LL TEAR EVERY ONE OF YA APART IF I HAVE TO!" Allard yelled to the masses of enemies as he plowed through them. As many as he killed though, he wasn't going without his own injuries, multiple slash and stab wounds accumulated, but nothing seemed to bring the titan down. If the enemy thought that they could catch this place defenseless, they were dead wrong. A number of foes would see the grisly sight of all the bodies around Allard and turn and run to find weaker foes, though few would escape his wrath as Allard could catch up in just a few paces, his weight seemingly having no effect on the man's speed. The last thing they would feel was a heavy axe splitting them in two as it crashed to the ground, causing everything to shake from the impact. "YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU WILL ONLY DIE TIRED!"