[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/534494524039495692/641352536590254090/cretino.regular.png[/img][/center] Bidzil looked at Allanon with mixed look of shock and surprise, [color=F4A460]"OH, uh, now? I figured once we settled in."[/color] Bidzil's reluctance however ended in his surprise. Instead of continuing on into some excuse, he simply shrugged. [color=F4A460]"Alright then,"[/color] Bidzil took off the upper part of his jacket, letting it fall behind him over his belt as if it wear now a waist piece. He was essentially shirtless with a bandage wrap that partially came up to his abs. Bidzil drew what most thought was going to be a standard blade, however, it looked like a bokken made of metal with a handle on it, though there seemed to be a type of latch where the 'blade', if you could call it that, met the handle. instead of gripping the handle, Bidzil held it at the base where the metal bokken blade met the handle. Bidzil knew that wielding it this way made it safer for the blade inside. Bidzil didn't plan on using the blade, but he had to leave it in if he were to practice properly. He also drew the other one, and held it backward in his left hand, but in the same way, holding just past the handle and this time with the blade running down his forearm and passing his elbow to his biceps. Bidzil bowed and then got in a stance, his left side leading and his right weapon resting on his shoulder, he assumed a low stance, slightly crouched and knees bent, weight on the balls of his feet. A look of realization overtook Bidzil's face, however, as he got out of his stance for a more casual one, [color=F4A460]"Oh, wait a minute, I got an idea. We should probably wait until we are inside the cave. If the chief is headed that way I guess we should too,"[/color] he partially addressed the last bit to the others before looking back to Allanon. [color=F4A460]" This can add challenge to the spar, not a real test unless your heart is pumping! C'mon!"[/color] Bidzil grinned as he waved Allanon along with him, right before bolting off full sprint towards the cave. As he ran, he left his right weapon stay on his shoulder as before, and his left arm close to himself, elbow bent. He was fairly quick, all those years swimming in that giant lake must be paying off. In fact, as he ran, he seemed to have no trouble keeping his breath, that he would even shout to Allaon as he ran. In Trantis, it wasn't uncommon for the gaurds to practice swordplay underwater sing weights on their bodys to keep them down, fighting to become faster, learning to go longer without air. They would also practice by holding water in their mouth when above ground while running around and fighting to help teach breath control and build their lungs better. The former being something Bidzil prided himself at excelling at, the latter however, he could never keep a straight face when trying to spar with someone whos cheeks were puffed up with water. Bidzil didn't think about it, but to the others, there did seem to be a large scar just behind his left shoulder-blade that was now visible from behind. --- Hilde had Chihiro slowly ride on her small wind skiff with her, using the desert wind instead of her own power to gently push it to the cave. Hilde was quiet for a moment after Chihiro spoke, it wasn't until a moment after they were moving she finally replied. [color=D2691E]"I... I was't trying to avoid him as much as make sure he couldn't see me to say 'no'... I understand why he doesn't want me out here. I almost did stay too. I would have said, 'maybe some other time,' but... I saw that one man left that book. I [i]assumed[/i] he was a firepriest. That he would need it. I was fascinated and felt I had to go, only to find out he wasn't what I thought he was."[/color] Hilde was quiet again for a moment before glancing to Chihiro again briefly, then pulled her eyes back to track their craft's direction. [color=D2691E]"I am irritated at myself really. I jumped to conclusions... He doesn't seem like a bad person, but it is strange he has the book in the first place."[/color] Hilde sighed after getting that off her chest, [color=D2691E]"Dad is probably going to be furious."[/color] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/534494818479374336/645842717137698827/sand-dunes.regular.png[/img][/center] Sahale looked over to the beaten young man on the ground that Juliana asked him to help. [color=9932CC]"Don't worry, I'll get him."[/color] he assured her. He looked down to the young man studiously. [color=9932CC][i]'Now aren't you a curious one...,'[/i][/color] he thought for a moment before crouching down to scoop up Juliana in his arms, bridal style. Sahale had a gentle cushion or wind carry Aerex for him as he quickly moved to take them to the temple. He felt a surge of energy down one alleyway, passing a man drawing in a lethal amount of man, who's face could be seen for only a split second before he passed and heard an explosion. Sahale could only describe it as a man at peace with himself... Sahale sailed by where Allard and Maeve were in the square, jumping and seeming to glide over them briefly to maneuver around Maeve new set of sculptures. [color=9932CC]"Ahh, the desert night blooms a new flower,"[/color] he said mentioning the new pretty face, [color=9932CC]"tasteful decorating, luv,"[/color] he joked as her soared by. He stopped and turned to Maeve once he was at the temple steps. [color=9932CC]"Bring that giant in here where he can get medical attention, hopefully you know some tricks of your own? I'm afraid our resident doctor at the moment is sweating her little paws off."[/color] He nodded to her and then went inside of the temple. Once inside, it was a madhouse. There were wounded everywhere and the priest and priestesses were scrambling to do what they could to help wounded. A few guards were formed in the central hallway, led by Vog, Neev's bodyguard, at the ready for any more trouble. It was a natural choke point that led to the rest of the building and held to keep intruders at bay, with a few enemy bodies stacked in already. Vog had ordered to let the bodies stay there to make it harder for enemies to make it through. Once they were let in, Aerex would be placed on a table, as they ran out of beds, and a priestess would come to try to help stabilize him, but he seemed to be in pretty critical condition, though, so were a lot of the other people there. Neev could barely be seen in the middle of the mess, going from one person to another in her best effort to try to save the lives laid before her. The small blue vials that were on her side had a few that were already empty. A small book was floating next to her, casting various healing spells on different people, chanting for a moment as mana spiked, contorted into the spell and was released over the target, healing various injuries. However, some still needed a more rudimentary method, having to get surgical and work fast on some patients. She would have to stop and operate on some people, calling out requests to the priestesses who ran in and out. Neev was practically turning the temple into a field hospital. When she took a second from another patient, she pulled one of the blue potions from her belt and downed it to restore her mana. She then took a note out and wrote a quick message. Once finished she grabbed a little basket looking contraption with bat like wings off the back of her belt. "Take this message through safe passage. I pray that fate won't keep you late," the little bat wings seemed to come to life in her hands. she placed the note in the basket and held it up. "Find Master Koch!" she commanded and it flew off, darting away in search of its target. Sahale nodded to Aerex and Juliana. [color=9932CC]"Okay, I'm gonna leave you love birds here. After all, we may still have some guests to entertain outside."[/color] he said before heading back out to the square. When Neev eventually got to Aerex, she paused for a moment in surprise. She had never seen a grusk before, but by all accounts she has read this person seemed to check all the boxes for one. She shook her head to clear her thoughts before pulling out her notebook, looking to see if she had any notes on Gruskan people before starting her work. Grusk were mistreated much like beastmen were in some places. She honestly loved Kalla for their acceptance of other races. Here they would hold you by your actions, in Portea.... well, not so much. She snapped her notebook closed and put it away. Nothing in the notebook saying anything about special treatment. "Let's just hope your body takes to my magic as everyone else's...," she hoped before starting work on Aerex. --- Maeve's words did seem to calm Allard, but that could also be attributed to the blood loss. After Allard watched Maeve dispatch of the remaining bandits, he'd have to say he was impressed, but all that was unimportant at the moment. Allard nodded his head, "Aye, she could be.... anywhere...right... not just here," he said between breaths, answering her earlier question. "We've heard no explosions, so that might be... a good sign. Blessed girl is a firekin graced by Sylph 'erself. Has tha gift o' fire [i]and[/i] wind. Explosions are her favorite trick." Just then there was an explosion that everyone close-by could feel. Sahale passed at this time, and Allard gave him a strange look, though noticed he was bringing the tailor and his assistant into the temple. "What was tha' jus now?" he asked openly. "H-hilde?" He took a step towards the sound and stumbled, the man looking a bit paler than before. "Blast this aging body!" he yelled, blaming his aging body for lack of endurance that he used to have in his youth. He was pretty sure at one point he was much worse off with injuries and fared better before, right? ... He thought so anyway.