[center][b]Forgotten Ruins, East roads & alleys[/b][/center]

The poor man let out a muffked shriek, as the strange and bizarre creature made of dark red ... Something... leaped and latched onto his head, like a plastic bag, but alive. His screams were luckily muffled, and thanks to the swift thinking of the paladin, he was soon on the ground! ... Followed by the swift action of the lizardman, who continued to assault the poor fellow further, promptly causing the soldier to be undeniably uncconscious, and likely have some other, internal injuries as well...

Kaze's peep into the alleyway that the trooper had come from though, would reveal the sound of more voices. Apparently, this soldier had split off from a larger group, and his absence and lack of response was apparently alarming the other members. It was hard to pick out, but there were at least three different voices calling out a name, though of course there could be more.

Serafaye just blinked at the sight she had njust seen, then lout a small, relieved breath. Although she knew that pummeling a dude into the dirt for doing his job was quite the questionable course of action, these people all seemed to be in agreement that these 'Imperials' or whatever, were bad news and should be avoided. What was it the cookie-sharing woman had said? Something about becoming a wife or concubine or something if they were caught? The dracokin couldn't rightly remember.

While the others were deciding on how to handle the inpending sitatuion further though, Serafaye took a moment to glance down at her own hands, folding them shut and then re-opening them. CLosing her eyes, she turned away from the group and stretched a hand out towards a random building. With a silent voice, she carefully spoke.

"[i]F-Firebolt...[/i]"

...

Nothing. Not a damn thing. No tingle or sensation, no little glob of fire sprouting from her open palm, no nada. She opened her eyes again and looked once more at the hand she had used. In those old comics and shows, the protagonist just had to say the name of their abilities or spells or whatever, and they'd work! But that didn't seem to be the case here. Or had she done it incorrectly? Was it the other arm? She tried. Nope. Still nothing. Maybe with a louder, more forceful voice? Nothing. Both hands? Negatory. She sighed in frustration.

So, she really couldn't cast magic? That kind of meant she really was defenseless, huh? After all, she wasn't equipped with any staff or wand, and she couldn't access her items in her inventory, so she couldn't pull anything out. But, waiot a minute!

"Hold on a sec, guys!" She suddenly said, louder than speaking, but not loud enough to be yelling.

She ran over to the point where the lizard and paladin had double-teamed the soldier into submission. Looking around, she located the man's dropped weapon lying on the ground, a very pedestrian-looking sword. Happy to see that some kind of weapon was available, Serafaye bent down and gently wrapped her fingers around the hilt, lifting it up with ease.

"... Huh, w-wha-?!"

Except, the sword for whatever reason,, seemed to be allergic to Serafaye. As soon as she had hoisted it up, the hilt of the blade seemed to turn to liquid... Or slime... Or something, and just seeped between her fingers, reforming into the sword's hilt once out of her grip and then falling to the ground, clattering haarmlessly on the cobbled street below. The dracokin, quite understandably, just stared in confusion at what had just happened. After all, a solid object had just slipped through her fingers, litteraly. Then a though hit her.

"... Proficiency... My class couldn't use swords in-game... But, that's not Fair! I can't use magic either over here! How am I su-" 

She was however interupted, by the swiftly approching noise of many more footsteps, from the alley the scout had emerged form earlier. There also seemed to be distant voices coming from behind them, back towards the plaza. The only ways forward now seemed to be either the main road going east, or to run into one of the alleys and hope they picked one that wasn't littered with Galanon spearmen...