@Cruallassar@Doc Doctor@Holmishire@mdk@PlatinumSkink@WiseDragonGirlWith a small grunt, Fortune raised his head and simply answered "I am Fortune De Vigny."
The male knight simply nodded before lazily aiming his compound crossbow at the fallen knight with the arrow stuck in his visor and pulling the trigger. The bolt tore across the short breadth between the two armored figures before its cylindrical head crumpled and fragmented into pieces upon making contact with the fallen foe's armor, each individual splinter compressing itself like shrapnel flung against concrete and generating a spreading pool of silver metal. The stuff rapidly spread across the fallen figure's armor from each point of contact, the worn plate seemingly restored to a perfect, lustrous sheen as the wave of silver washed across it. Almost as soon as each pool began to spread, dozens of long silvery spines erupted from the armor's surface in every direction. In short order, with barely a sound, the hostile knight was reduced to a thorned statue adhered to the surface of the street - lying on its back, metal-coated arrow still protruding from its visor.
The male pavise knight then turned to face the red-suited man as he launched into his tirade, moving to lazily reload his crossbow by drawing another of the shotgun-esque cylindrical bolts from a secure ring-clutch quiver at his back. His expression was relaxed, his eyelids lowered and his mouth set in a neutral line while his eyebrows were raised ever so faintly.
His expression did not change at all as the levitating sphere discharged its blinding bolt of lightning and turned the rebar-faced man into a floating puddle of slop and cinders.
"What a fucking mess." He drawled. "You've made a lot of work for us Donny boy. If we hadn't been the ones responding to this little circus of yours, you would just be another bit of cheap silverware by now. We were told you were a bit old-fashioned, but we did not anticipate you using
antiques." He glanced back at the menagerie of corpses littering the street. "The results seem to speak for themselves though, so to each their own. Hiecro, are all of them here?"
The female pavise knight - apparently called Hiecro - had retrieved her shield and walked back to join her partner where he had been standing over Fortune, now risen. "Yeah. The one with the plate shoulder is Ariett Deveca, and that glim is the biometric pass. The guy you just told to shut up is the doctor that's been roped in. Not sure who the girl or the archer are."
"Well, whatever." The male pavise knight said breezily. "Everyone up, we are taking you directly to the University of New Nemea School of Engineering where the real SNAFU is ongoing." He raised his pavise shield into the air before slamming it back down onto the cobblestone street, and abruptly the ominous humming of the levitating traffic sphere abated. "Platter Aesch is waiting to brief you there. For those of you who are maybe wondering what I'm talking about or thinking that maybe we have the wrong people - you were all heading there anyway before your limousine was intercepted." He glanced at Fortune. "You may be interested to know that the Duke is there. We were told to look out for you especially, sir."
"As for the other three," Hiecro quipped, "we'll be letting the city morgue sort them out." She leveled her crossbow at the fallen unconscious, chainmail-adorned thug Andreas had been tending to and let yet another cylinder-tipped bolt loose without so much as a warning.
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