Despite the boy and his familiar's aggressive stance, he was not a fighter. His eyes flickered from the massive Hyur, to his mace, and to Carbuncle that had leapt from the jewel to defend him. He had no weapon of his own and if the man thought he was a mage -- a real mage who could actually do something -- he was mistaken. There might have been potential once, but that was a lifetime ago. At the threat, the boy flattened his ears and took a short step back, ignoring the ache on the back of his neck or how his vision still seemed to waiver a bit. That blow to his neck was still affecting him.
The Hyur lifted his mace high in the air and for a moment, N'klas stared at him, wide-eyed and confused. Wait a minute. Was he really inviting an attack just like that? It was a simple command and the Miqo'te did nothing for a moment. But whatever his options, fighting this warrior was not one of them.
"Nah, you'll have to catch me first," he taunted, a sly grin gracing his features. And with an instinctive connection, Carbuncle leapt straight for the Hyur's face. N'klas took advantage of the potential distraction to turn and run, shoving his way right into the crowd that had gathered around them. He didn't have too many options in where to run just yet.
Though Carbuncle was fast, the familiar was not hardy or powerful. Whatever power it N'klas unconsciously gave it was only enough to form it in this world. It wouldn't take much at all to disperse it back into aether. He was sadly untrained as an arcanist, the ring a relic from better times.
The Hyur lifted his mace high in the air and for a moment, N'klas stared at him, wide-eyed and confused. Wait a minute. Was he really inviting an attack just like that? It was a simple command and the Miqo'te did nothing for a moment. But whatever his options, fighting this warrior was not one of them.
"Nah, you'll have to catch me first," he taunted, a sly grin gracing his features. And with an instinctive connection, Carbuncle leapt straight for the Hyur's face. N'klas took advantage of the potential distraction to turn and run, shoving his way right into the crowd that had gathered around them. He didn't have too many options in where to run just yet.
Though Carbuncle was fast, the familiar was not hardy or powerful. Whatever power it N'klas unconsciously gave it was only enough to form it in this world. It wouldn't take much at all to disperse it back into aether. He was sadly untrained as an arcanist, the ring a relic from better times.
