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F**K OFF!


I find your lack of exclamation points disappointing.
Ansgar Staudinger


The woman who introduced herself, before the one that looked suspiciously like a rogue, thief type, had that familiar knot of foreboding forming in Ansgar's gut. A Solvnir pegasus warrior, eh? That would make evading her should she get her panties in a bunch rather tricky, those flying cavaliers, as most Solvnir Soldiers mockingly referred to them as, had a major mobility advantage over, well, just about anyone else that wasn't on some flying mount or could fly themselves. Get in the woods, though, and he could manage. Same with a dense enough city, moving from building to building worked against, well, anyone mounted but against the flying pegasus riders doubly so. Gods knows he had to apply that when being hounded by the Solvnir Army during his own escape of the island. No one ever got a solid bead on him, thankfully, but it was still cutting it rather close a few times. He hardly had any interest in spilling more blood of his former countrymen after all, and that applied to now as well as then. Thankfully, at least right now, either they had the sense to not bring it up, or hadn't recognized only his first name. Now it was a waiting game, though, until they realized it or proved they had no idea who he was. And that wouldn't be until their first fight, he suspected, unless she somehow identified him based on manner of speech. Which, well, was a possibility, but not like he could just back out and run now because of one person arriving.

"Flying cavalier, eh Miss Flos? Wonder if this shadow army has archers or not, might be a fairly glaring weakness if they don't..." Nothing in Ansgar's statement was malicious or hostile, rather, he was poking fun at a common problem that plagued any aerial cavalry, and at those that didn't usually track the differences between different cavalry groups, flight being barred as obvious of course. Archers, for varying reasons, perhaps due to the whole getting shot out of the sky being fatal thing, tended to cause them more than their fair share of grief. Then again, archers caused most people grief, right up until you got a lance into their throat. Not so good then, he mentally smirked at the thought, glancing at the iron lance resting on his shoulder. It lacked ornamentation, and was solely a working tool that had survived with him for this long. Of course, part of his mind questioned engaging her at all in any sort of interaction, but if he actively avoided her at all costs, it might seem a tad bit more suspicious than simply talking to her every now and again. He might be able to keep this from blowing up in his face yet, if the Gods were willing to be a bit more merciful than usual, at any rate. Since, as he said though, he had all of his belongings already on him, well, he had no reason to wander off yet, not until it was time to depart for the southern territories, to see what had specifically gone wrong back home. Home, strange, that he'd be going back at all, let alone under these circumstances...

@Chieri
See, now that @dabombjk was compared to Torgue, that's simply all I can imagine right now.
@Rithy

If I am drinking, I don't want to be mathing haha. I'll just have a good time with it, wake up in Godzilla's bathroom, if I drink too much xD
@Rithy

Pffft, the weight difference would mean I'd get drank under the table every day of the week! I'd at least like a snowballs chance in hell of keeping up xD
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You may be confusing Japan with Thailand ^_^

Japan is only big on giant city-destroying monsters!


Ahhh, all well outside my jurisdiction anyways, so its all good in my book! Just gotta be careful drinking abroad, thats all I know haha!
@Rithy

So, it isn't Japan that is the source of traps, but Capitalist America?
@Heckno12

Yeah, Fates kind of bucked the trend, but you do that series of a few chapters before hand, the handy dandy tutorial chapters we all know and love, right?
Ansgar Staudinger


Well, color him impressed if a large party hadn't gathered already! Seemed to have just about every area covered, from cavalry style folks, judging by the one woman's armor even if it was aerial in nature, to hardy close range fighters. And with the archer approaching, that covered range. The mage could work at a distance too, so it seemed they had their bases covered. A well rounded group could adapt better than a focused one, even if that focused one was more effective in one or two given situations. The one fellow, one of the ones from his homeland, just from the opposing nation, spoke at length about having faced the things before and seemed to be taking a leadership role of some sort or another. Fine by him, really, Ansgar thought. He wasn't one for leading anymore, hadn't been for years. The questions about supplies drug an idle shrug from the soldier, he wasn't one for keeping up with supplies. Scrounge up some food, get a drink down his throat, and he was set for the evening. But he made a remark on the matter though, as the group gathered up rather nicely. "Unless we need to pack copious amounts of drink, I'm not much good for scrounging supplies. Not in a city, at any rate."

If they were back on Airi island, finding supplies would not be nearly as hard. Bandits stockpiled for some reason, when they routinely raided and wiped each other out when they weren't turning on anyone foreign to the island at all. That was his experience with the place, at any rate, being one such outsider that refused to bend the knee to the first bandits he stumbled across. He'd earned quite a few scars while on Airi, and he regretted none of them. But he did not readily pick out others that made it brazenly clear that they hailed from Airi, so he was not readily concerned. Besides, not like he had any valuables beyond his lance and the clothes on his back. The one kid who had introduced himself mentioned packing supplies and the idea about swimming, alongside a choice bit about getting back home. Seems quite a few of them were from the south, that might complicate things if any of them had been high up enough to hear reports about what happened during his flight. "Way I see it, home is where the heart is, sappy and poetic as it might be. And long as my heart isn't gouged out and mounted on a pike somewhere, that'll be a bit south of wherever I lay my head. Asides that, most folk call me Ans, short for Ansgar. Certainly a pleasure. Already got my worldly belongings on me, so I ain't in a rush."

@dabombjk@Levias@Bright_Ops@AluminumDude@PaulHaynek@Chieri@Suku@Eisenhorn@Lugia
@Chieri

Oh his name would certainly be reported, and I suspect the General would be very unkind about Ansgar, considering that Ansgar had gone and killed the man's daughter, even if it was in self defense. So, likely, the fact he disobeyed orders, murdered his superior, and ran would be the general things reaching her. Certainly not even half the story, but hey, to the victor, goes the ability to write history. And the General was in a better position to write history than he was. Certainly can be embellished if you want, since the stories reaching other ears would be out of his control completely.
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