[center][color=seagreen][h1]Duncan MacTyr[/h1][h1]??? — Dirt Road[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr]

[color=seagreen]"Holy [i]shit..."[/i][/color] Duncan muttered under his breath, watching the armoured maid go to town with her great sword. Honestly a little surprised at the raw power she was apparently hiding in that modest frame of hers, but still rather grateful that between the force of her offensive and his own (by his standards, anyway) [i]haphazard flailing,[/i] their emerald-caped attackers had apparently decided to cut their losses and run.

A gratitude only vocalized by a loud exhale as the old man visibly relaxed, stabbing his sword into the ground and waving Steve and Hikari over before undoing the straps on his shield starting in on those of his helmet. Taking the opportunity now that the immediate danger had passed to not only address that little cut above his brow but... well, he had crunched at least three skulls in that little melee there. 

...And truth be told, the sensation (and [i]smell!)[/i] of what he suspected were teeth, chunks of bone and bits of brain sliding down his face was more than a little [i]unpleasant,[/i] now that he had the time to think about it. 

So, taking a knee, the old man let his shield down before finally pulling off his helmet. Tearing off the cleanest piece of green cloak he could find on a nearby corpse to wipe all the gunk off his face. Slowing to a pause halfway through as something he felt through the cloth and the leather of his gauntlets' palms began to click in his head.

This... [i]was[/i] his face— same scars, same shape, same teeth in his mouth— but not the one he had when he was on that plane; with it's many valleys, wear-lines and wrinkles.

An almost comical expression came to him as he began to put it together.

[color=seagreen][i]'Am I...?'[/i][/color]

[b]"How [i]dare[/i] they assault a carriage belonging to my family, I-I'll have these bandits exterminated for this."[/b]

The arrival of a new and haughty to the scene caught his attention and ended that train of thought almost as quickly as it began, the man's head snapping up and catching sight of the very [i]obvious[/i] noblewoman as she stepped out of her ornate carriage. Which both made sense, the maids and their soldiers had to have been guarding [i]something[/i] so fanatically and presented [i]a bit of a problem;[/i] Duncan didn't exactly have a lot of experience dealing with any aristocracy. And the ones he [i]had[/i] met in passing once or twice over the course of his long life, well...

Ol' Queen Lizzie couldn't legally have his head lopped off on a whim. This girl? Ehhh... that wasn't so certain.

So he quickly finished wiping off his face, discarded the rag and maintained his position down on one knee. Bracing his right hand on the hilt of his sword, still stabbed into the ground, and bowing his head slightly in (what he vaguely recalled as) a gesture of respect as she addressed them and— being the closest to her at the time— responded. 

[color=seagreen]"It is as you say, My Lady."[/color] He said, pulling [i]hard[/i] on the memory of novels he read as a boy and all those D&D sessions he ran for his son and his friends when they were young. [color=seagreen]"The three of us were traveling the road before stumbling into the tail-end of that ambush. Where those men drew little distinction between our party and yours and... well, things played out the way they did."[/color] 

He supposed he [i]could[/i] have claimed that they had charged in there like [i]big damned heroes[/i] looking to save the day, but being up-front and honest would probably serve them better in the long run.

[color=seagreen]"I am called Duncan MacTyr,"[/color] He continued, before indicating towards the pair of kitsunes. [color=seagreen]"And these are my companions; Hikari Abe and Steven Yu."[/color]

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