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Klynzahr · **08-19-2015, 11:05 PM**

Quickening her speed to a near run, Klynzahr breaks into the open square, intensely grateful for the V'aleera's authoritative presence at her side. Emboldened, she plunges into the throng just as the winds begin to turn fowl. With the combination of height, determination, and a well placed elbow or two she comes close enough to make out Evangeline's half-wild expression.

Â Â Â Then the tide turns, jostling her back again. The half deranged, knife-wielding form blocks her view, followed by the very familiar and jarringly unexpected shape of a fellow Sea Wolf. When she glanced back, Eva had vanished without a trace. For a few moments, Klynzahr remained rooted to the spot, while the tide of bodies surged past her towards safer streets. The roar of Ul'dah's bloody riots rose unbidden to her ears, followed by a sudden chill in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly her size, which had carried her effortlessly through the press of bodies, became a curse that prevented any possibility of hiding.

Â Â Â Â Painfully aware of the temple guards closing in, she hunched up her shoulders praying that the helm would at least mask her features. From behind her came the sound of a body crashing to the floor of the Brume.

DoomsdayClock · **08-25-2015, 01:36 AM**

He nearly hissed as the woman slipped right from his grasp. On one hand he was relieved, she wouldn't be nabbed and his show had been rendered utterly pointless. On the other hand, the damned creature had simply left HIM behind to deal with the fallout, and now he appeared a knife wielded lunatic. She was a thorn in his side, terribly so. From her infection of his ideals and patriotism, to her elusive and dangerous behavior..
None the less, arms went out to his sides, as he let the ornate blade fall and clatter to the ground. A turn of his heel would bring him around to face the Miqo, whom he starred down at from eyes framed by dark circles.
"I assure you, I am far from just a boy, and am more than quite aware of the laws and actions of this country, my dear. "He replied as calmly as he could, flicking his wrist in the process.
Attention was to be drawn to the signant ring he wore, one that less marked him from a noble house, and more marked him as a member of the Inquisition himself.
"I admit my methods...are a bit more pomp and flair than most, but that woman requires a quick hand, and I sought to slay first her ideals, then the speaker herself..lest she taint the masses with her silver tongue yes? " He spoke his case still, though he felt himself beyond her reproach to begin with.
The man bowed his head in respect, before trying to adjust the collar of his shift.
"I was overzealous, and I do apologize for such. Better for me to snuff out a rat than burden our Templars and busy knights with such rabble I presume. You have my most sincere apologies for the scene..."He bowed deeply, almost too much for show, than a sign of actual respect.

V'aleera · **08-25-2015, 04:05 PM**

The armor clad miqo'te, fulms shorter than the man presently opposite her but twice her size in wrath, seethed at the man's words. Her eyes narrowed as she noted the ring upon his finger and she glared silently for several moments before scoffing and jerking a dismissive hand in front of her face, "Hmph. Ishgard is a nation of laws; the laws of the heavens and the laws of the Church. An inquisitor should know better than to act to supersede them. And in front of a whole crowd no less!"

The dragoon, clad in the armor of her station and bearing the markings of her rank, shook her head from side to side, "You are lucky you are not some addled and glory-craving civilian. I do not need to tell you the punishments that have been delivered for vigilante executioners." With a sigh she continues, "I as much as any loyal servant of Halone appreciate the vigor with which Ishgard's inquisitors execute their duties. It is a good work to root out evil and corruption at its source, but it is a work that must be done within the parameters established by the wisdom of our forebears!"

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