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When the Flames Die

Gareth frowned at the question. They were stuck between two factions, both of which they had difficulty trusting. "We have to choose between the two." He stared at the ground as he thought of where they could go. "The palace guard." It was the best option: a killer was on the loose in the Order. Even if trust in both waned, he'd rather an organization with less blood on its hands.

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Gareth's interest was peaked. Sophia didn't come to these foreign lands alone; she was unknowingly followed by a troupe of high-ranking Lyoki military members. "I swear on my life; anything to ensure Sophia's safety through this ordeal. I'm not strong, but I will at least keep the secret." He looked up to the moon, and to the great hall in the backdrop. He wouldn't let Jezin die in vain. He would help Eva and Sophia in mutually keeping each other alive. "So, we are to group with them soon?" They wouldn't be traveling in a small group anymore, they'd have a larger company with them. Travel would become much safer for them, and Sophia could remain in the country until she finished her duties. Once that was over with, Gareth had nothing to worry about in the way of his own safety; he was no prime target for the enemy, he was a simple squire. Not only would they be with a high-profile group in the Lyoki military, they'd be with the highest ranked soldier of the Lyoki military. So much turmoil in one night: earlier he thought they were doomed to die, but with this news, they could last far longer and not only defend themselves but also eliminate opponents, giving them mobility.

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Operation: Teamwork is a success. Time to learn some sick magic tricks and win this battle magical girl style. Link—I mean—Gareth, put on your thinking cap and get ready to slay the illest villains.

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Gareth sighed deeply as the warrior with nothing else on him but speed retreated into the darkness. That man couldn't charge them again without serious injury, but soon Harker knew he'd be on their trail again. The squire needed to prepare for that. Swords and bulky armor were no match for agility, and the assassin's only weakness seemed to be taking on two people at once with the proper positioning. The next time they challenged him, they needed to get him in the right spot. They needed to fight together as hard as they could and disarm him quickly to leave him with nothing to fight with. Most importantly, the next time they challenged him, they needed to kill him for good. Gareth decided that they finally had the upper hand in getting their vengeance. The identity of the third party was beginning to emerge from the shadows, and soon it would be unable to hide as the curtains withdrew. "Thank you." He said to Eva, in regards to his shot. "I wouldn't have made it without your help." He nodded and started running in Sophia's direction, calling her name. "Sophia! He has left us!"

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

A well-dressed gentleman, with the same apron as the other employees and agreeably much taller and lankier than Blutwald, came within vicinity of their table, him a blur of navy blue hair as he weaved his way through the restaurant to the party seated at Louis's table. He, with a freehand, relieved his other of the weight of a tray of food and drinks, and gently, albeit with some wobbling of the hand handling the tray, placed Louis and his crew's order before them. With a nod to them all gathered, he enthused, "Enjoy the meal." The waiter fixed his glasses on his thin face and flat nose, and he left to the kitchen again. As such, the group would find it apparent they needed to leave their payment on the table upon departure.

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The bowman fixed his eyes in concentration, watching Sophia get flung to the side by Eva in a painful manner. He'd apologize to her later for Eva's kicking Sophia, but he had to let it go and focus on the initiation. As Eva charged forward, Gareth made a shot, that for the most part was guaranteed a hit. The angle was opposite of Eva's, and the arrow was sent flying towards the man's ankle, or at least somewhere on the lower body, even if it couldn't hit the man in the ankle of the leg which he dislocated. The boy's trained eye couldn't misjudge the course of the arrow, but to some degree the man couldn't predict their charge completely and either Eva's attack or Gareth's arrow was destined to successfully collide with the man. However, Harker felt that if his shot hit the man, it would give them a significant combat advantage in hindering his movement further, and it wouldn't have any armor in its way.

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An undying fire burned inside Gareth. They were taking an enormous shot in the dark. Nobody else could save them if their plan failed. But Harker knew they'd spend forever on the run if they didn't kill the man right there, right then. The man didn't take the bait, unwavering in his demands, and yet to Gareth it seemed as if Eva were to tenaciously pursue the protection of the trio. The young man screamed on the inside for help, for the man standing before them and coming dangerously close to die where he stood. His ambitions for their survival transcended that of a mortal man, and for a moment he felt a godlike rage and aura of defense pulse through him, adrenaline racing through his body. The tension raised hairs on this skin as the standoff continued, and the half-elf found himself helpless to do nothing else beyond seek refuge in his beliefs. Would the Spirits save them, or would they be forsaken? The hand on his drawn bow that remained frozen began to tremble with hesitation, and the brunet struggled to compose himself.

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Hail Mary, take a damn shot in the dark.

Edit: Breaking the order of posting for the sake of turn-based combat; Sightles's move is next.

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"And no one will be if you leave us be." Gareth retorted. The other man wouldn't get his hands on Sophia, not over the squire's dead body. He would give his life to protect Sophia, even if he didn't serve the Empress of Lyok, even if he barely knew the girl. Innocent lives needed protection. He cried even as he spoke with his protective and resolute tone, however on the inside he prayed to the Spirits, the lower deities serving the One True God, and the One True God himself. He religiously searched for salvation from the hell he was living then and for the powers to defend them in their time of dire need.

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Say your prayers, someone is gonna die again. I can smell it.