[center][color=cyan][h2]Gerard Biserus[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=cyan]"Wow boss, you're real slick with this words stuff."[/color] Gerard snickered through their squad-wide communication spell, taking a spot outside the building, leaning against the door to prop it open against the wall. [color=cyan]"I'm surrounded by sociopaths."[/color] Gerard chuckled and sighed, the jet black of his hair and reflection of his glasses partially showing as he poked his head in the building. To Justice's credit, the open invitation to violence [i]did[/i] put a look of uneasy surprise on the faces of the locals. The mention of military also brought some measure of confusion to the faces of the toughs- evidently not expecting a pack of military hounds to look like- well, them. To top things off, Silje approaching the main aggressor with a gun and the air crackling around her quickly drained the blood from their faces. They stared at her in shock. For the WARDENs, magic was an everyday thing- even if they weren't dedicated battle mages, they could use magic and knew what it was. It was everywhere around them and a facet of everyday life. For the general populace of Rassvet though, magic- and mages were rare and dangerous at best, and extremely lethal and destructive at worst.

[color=6ecff6]"What the fuck..."[/color] One of the men managed to croak out, his face pale, obviously overwhelmed with the sudden presence of military hounds and their magic pet. [color=6ecff6]"They're fuckin' freaks!"[/color] another one cried out in a bit of a panic.   

[color=f26522]"They're [i]WARDENs[/i]!"[/color] The girl behind the cashier hissed, a frightened arm grabbing at the large man to tug him away from Silje and Tony. The announcement quickly caught the attention of the remaining civvies, who quickly began to back off, the sounds of weapons- be they knives or bats, clattering as they hit the tile. One man threw his hands up, an old, beat up revolver dangling from his fingers for a moment before slipping off and clattering to the ground. The largest of them, in an attempt to keep his tough guy persona up, managed an uneasy cough before waving away the pistol, breaking eye contact with the Tony and the almost comically smaller battle mage. [color=6ecff6]"F-fuckin' tourists, yall ain't w-worth my time. Just take your shit and fuck off."[/color]

[color=cyan]"I suppose I stand corrected."[/color] Gerard commented dryly, pushing off of the door as he started the short walk back to the car, deciding the situation handled. The motel, gas station and convenience store all shared the same parking lot, making the short walk little more than a few steps in any direction. [color=cyan]"So we done here? We drinking or are we gonna put the smack down on the locals? Either sounds like a good time to me."[/color] Without waiting for an answer, Gerard flicked his hands, crates and folding chairs slowly beginning to float out of the back of the truck so the lot of them could start setting up their 'camp'. Perhaps tailgate was a better word for it. One of the benefits to a telekinetic was the amount of time saved cutting out manual labor, though Gerard's eclectic tastes in placement often left something to be desired.

[color=cyan]"Beer me!"[/color] Gerard demanded of no one in particular, even as in the distance he spotted a pair of individuals leaving what appeared to be the local Marshal's station.