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Fox of Spades
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"Aw, I always knew you had the hots for me, Meg." Ferris flexed a little before quickly darting ahead, y'know, just in case she lobbed a fireball at him or something. The fire mage said something about old women being scary when upset, and a devilish smirk appeared on the wanderer's face. "I guess that makes you ancient then?" He made sure to whisper because while messing with Meg was fun in its own way, it was also extremely dangerous. Messing with Gael and Arthur was always the safer alternative. Since Meg didn't stop to yell at him, he assumed she hadn't heard him. Not that he was complaining or anything, they stopped by a nearby well and Ferris scoped out of the perimeter.
Empty streets, check. Boarded up windows, check. There didn't seem to be any trace of Gael or Arthur—until he saw Twinkleclaws rise above several of the decrepit houses. The usually adorable griffon gave its wings a mighty flap and the loud squawk that tore through the air made a chill run up Ferris' spine. Arthur and Gael were in trouble. "Meg... we've got a trouble." Twinkleclaws dove out of sight and Ferris immediately reached for his axe's handle. Play it cool, the wind spirit in his head stated, but there was no time for that.
Ferris reached for Meg's wrist and began tugging her along.
"You're under arrest," Arthur snarled. "Please drop your weapon, and come quietly." The entire fight had gone to hell, but Arthur was determined on settling things peacefully. Mostly, it was because he and Gael were seriously outnumbered. And yes it was ridiculous request, but if they could prevent further violence then it was at least worth a shot.
The bandit before him laughed. The walking can man with blood streaming down his nose didn't exactly look threatening. However, the bandit's laughter was his own downfall. He noticed the glint of anger that flashed through the keeper's eyes, but by then, he was already too late.
Arthur swung his sword, successfully grazing the man's abdomen. "Call off your comrades," the keeper asked once more.
"Shit," the bandit stared down at his bloodied hands before he pitched forward and fell into Arthur's arms.
The keeper steadied his woozy opponent, only to have the man lean dangerously close to his ear. The bandit chuckled weakly before sparks of electricity appeared between them. A sudden rush of heat and pain coursed throughout Arthur's body and he began to scream. Had the sudden shock lasted any longer, he would have passed out, but the bandit released him when a certain wanderer began yelling.
"Oi! This is why you should have listened to us!" Ferris and Meg stood atop a hill looking quite heroic.
A wave of relief rushed throughout the keeper and he allowed himself to drop to his knees.