Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica
The raven straightened up behind the building, bracing for the sound of the mage's magic overhead.
Only for it to never come.
Nortiz puzzled through the mystery as he mechanically flew through the streets. The man had been ready to strike, his posture shouted that. There ought to have been a missed shot at least. They couldn't have given up on him already, not with the amount of guards. Maybe they were content to let him get away? Doubtful, but given they did have other prisoners, there should be some time before some would be sent to...
A brief glance out of the corner of his eye was all the warning he had before the net engulfed him. Frantically, he struggled to bite or claw his way out, but he was also falling to the ground. Progress was made, but the crash to the ground stunned him long enough for the guards to swarm. His wings were pushed together and tied first, even as he scrambled to fight them off. Then some wrapped rope around his neck and beak before it became his lead line while the rest hobble roped his legs, restricting his kicking range. All he could do for now was glare, fighting the helplessness and visions that rose up in his head. But of course, that glare would cause the sergeant to chuckle.
"Fiesty little bird, aren't you,"commented the sergeant as he stroked Nortiz's head, smirking as the raven failed to control his flinch. "I can see why a prince would claim you for himself." He then stood up and jerked on the leadline, causing Nortiz to stumble forward. "Form ranks around the prisoner and get ready to double-time to the palace. We wouldn't want to cause a diplomatic incident now, would we?"
Some of the men chuckled and the raven focused on the feel of cobblestone on his talons. He couldn't panic now. Panic later when alone (if he was left alone for long enough). He couldn't escape now (he'd simply be more tightly bound if he was in beroc form especially with his current lack of clothes and had no chance against all the guards right now), but if he kept his wits about him he could escape later no matter what happened before then (even if it took years). No telling why a foreign prince would claim a random laguz that flew away, but he could survive whatever came (he had before). There was one little bit of comfort he could think of as the guards dragged him to the castle. He'd managed to get into the palace after all.