[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] [b][u]Thaum's Square[/u][/b] Estelle retracted from Atlas, looking towards her friends with a wary eye, before taking in a deep, lungful breath in the hope of calming herself down. The others were right, panicking wouldn’t get them anywhere, but she would still regard Atlas with unease. No matter what he said, his story sounded no less then fishy… and until she found Marcus again, she would continue to be suspicious. None of this made sense. “Amy…” Estelle turned to the blonde tressed cleric. “Could you heal Atlas, please?” It would do no good for him to continue being injured or as disoriented as he was from this strange hammer attacking assailant. And, maybe if his head didn’t throb and hurt so much, he might be able to finally talk some sense. After that… after that he could lead them to wherever this attack had happened. --------------- A short time later, the Pride’s journey had begun. Amy had, with some level of begrudgement, followed Estelle’s order and used her talents to heal the man. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on the real origins of that blood, the majority of Atlas’ dishevelment and wounds were not severe, so it didn’t take too much of her healing magic to repair. Which is good, since she wished to save it more for the others, just in case they were the source of all that blood… Atlas led the group at the front, with Trixie by his side, her nose hung high in the air, her nose twitched again and again as she sniffed the air. The Guilders had yet to leave Thaum, still walking throughout the town’s deserted cobblestone streets, passing quaint house after quaint house, with the luminating lights within starting to turn off one by one as their citizens fell asleep. Night was beginning to settle deeply. [img]http://i.imgur.com/TiFs5lt.png[/img] “Ah, you don’t need to sniff quite yet,” Atlas laughed, his hand still gently rubbing the back of his head. “We need to leave the town first… it’s on the trail to the mountains.” “Atlas,” Estelle perked up. The black coated man turned to look over his shoulder to the swordswoman, her fingers still drumming along the hilt of her sword. “You mentioned before you were attacked by these… [i]things[/i]. Do you remember now what they were? Were they all…” She didn’t want to say bears with hammers. The idea sounded absolutely stupid. “Hmm, I…” Suddenly the Pride stopped, as the streetlamps around them flickered off and on. Estelle’s eyes shifted up to look at them, as they flashed continuously. “Weird,” She muttered. “Something wrong with the electrics, you think? Not that it’ll matter once we’re out of town. Amy, do you think you’ll be okay with providing us ligh-” At Estelle’s request, an arc of light shot through the black sky above. And then- [b]KRAKADOOM[/b] Estelle’s question was rudely cut short by the sound of a tremendous cacophonous din echoing all around them. And both the lightning and thunder were only a precursor to the rainstorm that followed after them. A violent downpour that would only drench them. “Oh… come on!” Estelle moaned. The Pride’s soaking was shortlived, as with a wave of Amy’s gem, an invisible barrier formed over the top of them, droplets of rain bouncing off the top of the invisible sphere. Amy’s brow furrowed. “Let’s… not waste time, alright?” The Pride nodded, and moved on after Atlas’ lead. Trixie’s cheeks puffed out in displeasure. The thunderstorm would not make sniffing out that evil criminal cheese mastermind any easier!