[color=f26522]"Fer I hear you but I'm not going to listen if Auriel refuses to acknowledge that I asked her for her opinion and it is between the two of us then I shall take my role as leader more responsibly. Marcino, Mr. Tiger's Eye, please use your magic to prevent her death and tie her hand and feet. She shall face the justice of the King. It is well within our purview as heroes of legend to take our justice upon her but it is at the same time a right of a king to judge a criminal. Let him do as he will with her. If she may find a better purpose in jail, or on a guillotine then so be it."[/color] Cole said as he twirled his sword around, and sheathed it. [color=f26522]"This is my judgement as The Sword Hero. Let it be final by the power given to me by my companions, the king, and fate."[/color] Cole commented with finality as he exited the room thought filled his head wondering if this was indeed the right call. To him it seemed like he was being a bit more forceful than he had a right to be. While Fer was also a legendary hero he would also not be the one with her blood on his hands. He could not wield a knife to end her life, he could crush her windpipe but that seemed unlikely for the man to do from what he has seen of the shield. 

Cole's willingness to kill her was there but at the same time he preferred to be viewed as a hero who did not take justice into his own hands unnecessarily. Let the people of the country have their justice. It was unlikely that even with her wounds dulled, and her life saved that she would be able to fight them with the amount of blood she had lost from that attack. He did not know much of Spare the Dying or Auriel's spell but he figured whatever life Rayla had left in her was no longer what the gladiator had before hand. A strike from a legendary sword was bound to leave its scars inside, and out. Or perhaps not...he was no doctor.

As Marcino moved over and placed her hand on the bleeding wound of Rayla's body having been dulled by Auriel's magic he mumbled something under his breath as his hand began to glow blue and the wound closed up to a degree that left a noticeable scar on her chest. Undeterred by the large gap in her armor exposing most of Rayla's chest her flipped her over and began to tie up her hands, and feet with some rope. [color=bc8dbf]"You see shield...this is what happens when you lose the draw on the magical weapon category. Sword boy over there has more authority. Given to him by the fact that he can hurt people. You...you're just a glorified meat shield to anyone but those dumb animal people up in that little safe zone. I bet the Bow bitch is going to cause her own brand of havoc with that attitude of hers...haven't seen the spear either. If you want my advice as your unofficial mentor buddy...you should make sure to work hard, and win the people over. Otherwise whatever legend you three are building. Its all going to be put on the Sword Hero's accomplishment list. Get tricky or that shadow's just going to get bigger."[/color] Marcino comments to Fer as he throws Rayla onto his shoulder, and begins to leave even before Fer can respond to him. Leaving the Shield Hero to his own thoughts Marcino, and Cole round up the captured bandits who surrendered when they had arrived and matched back to the city.

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A Trip back to the City and a brief rest later...

Once they had arrived back at the city the guards had taken Rayla, and her remaining cronies into their custody and escorted them to a cell. It was not long before Cole, Fer, Auriel and Marcino were summoned to the castle by the King to congratulate them on their deeds. He had contacted the guild and intended to give them the reward, and then some himself. As Cole sat in the hallway he wondered what exactly their next task would be? Would they be sent away, or be trained more in the city? It was a rather big quagmire the storm was coming and they needed to be ready. But as Cole looked into a nearby mirror he looked over himself. His silver hair being rather notable as compared to the white, and gold uniform the king had insisted he wear to the meeting instead of his armor. He had never wore anything quite so fancy it made him feel out of place...ontop of that it was hard to keep his pants up with the big sword stuck to his hip.