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[color=537DAE]"I think no matter what they'll be ready for us. I mean, he's pretty important and now they know Izayoi is here."[/color] It was the first words Arton really spoke since he awoke this morning. In fact, the normally upbeat swordsman had seemed sullen and distracted the entire day [color=537DAE]"My vote is to attack the detention center. They might expect us but Ciradyl's agents could be our wild card."[/color] He shrugged and took the first sip of the tea that had been sitting in front of him. Faint, dark cirlces were formed underneath eyes that seemed to be staring through the teacup.

[hider=No rest for the wicked][b]Crack.[/b] A large, wooden beam split that held the ceiling above split in two as the flames overtook it. [b]Snap.[/b] He felt a bone snap in his arm as a heavy force collided with his raised shield. Tears from the pain and stinging smoke rained down his face. Still, the shield remained raised but each strike against it brought forth agony. His body trembled trying to maintain its stance. A final strike split the shield in two and sent Arton flying into a wall that crumbled around him. Debris and ash covered him as his attacker approached. Crimson adorned silver armor framed a feminine shape. Bright, eyes seemed to burn inside the helmet. The weight of everything felt impossible to move and more than his arm seemed to be broken now.

The bodies of Team Kirin stood out even in the obscuring smoke. Arton felt every nerve scream as he forced himself onto his feet but all he could do was stumble forward, practically blind from all the dirt, blood, and smoke. His footing betrayed him and he fell against his attacker. Strangely, they seemed to catch him in their arms and proceeded to gently wipe the grime from his eyes. His eyes opened and as they did his attacker discarded their helmet.

Arton woke up from nightmare in a cold sweat, breathing rapidly and scanning the room. Sleep eluded him for the rest of the night.[/hider]

He took a deep breath as it became clear this was happening and happening soon. Arton thought back on Izayoi's instruction. That nightmare was nothing but a distraction. This was real and he needed to focus otherwise people could get hurt. His conversation with Eve came to mind. That nightmare was fictional but it was reality for many of the people of Osprey.