The Missing Persons of Ciaran (Oya/Ryuzaki/Pm for Entry)

[Mila]

Lycia.

Ciaran, a trade city in between Santaruz and Khathelet. The city makes a living by catering to the merchants and travelers whom pass through the city en route to other cities. The wealthy classes live out in the country side in vast estates. Their lands protected from monsters and marauders by private armies and walls. The farmlands exist in the rolling hills outside the city walls. Monasteries and churches are scattered around. With the exception of the arch bishop, he and several of his followers own a large estate out towards the wealthy class. Supposedly, he caters to the religious whims of the nobility. The merchant, middle, and working class live within the confines of the city walls. And the poor and displaced are scattered throughout various little alleys within the bustling city confines. The world around the middle city is fraught with danger. Refugees from Laus, Tuscana, and other territories pass through the city hoping to find sanctuary. Bandits follow merchant caravans as they travel on the roads. Monsters occasionally wander within the territory and cause havoc. Many of the Ciaran Guard are regulated to watching over the wealthy. Those what linger within the city walls are few and far between. The lower class people are forced to rely on mercenaries and volunteer watchmen to protect the people of the city.

But this city holds a dark secret. People around the city are disappearing. Men, women, children, they all seem to vanish with out a trace. Even with the large number of people who pass through the city on a regular basis, there should not be such a large amount of regular citizenry vanishing. Complaints have been made but no lawful actions have been taken. The people have taken measures into their own hands. They devised a curfew for women and children. But given there are a small number of authoritative figures able to actually enforce the curfew, people still wander out. People still disappear.

It was the prospect of mercenary work that first drew Mila to the city. The mage had arrived in Ciaran about three weeks ago. She had been pulling her weight with a small mercenary guild in exchange for lodging. She lectured the mercenaries on basic first aid and monster fighting. The darn creatures were becoming more and more of a problem for folks, especially to those who live in the more rural areas.

Impressed with her work ethic she had been given the day off. The red rays of the dawn slowly make their show across the sky. Mila slowly stirred out of her bed. The room she was renting was uncomfortably small. But it had a large wooden hatch that acted as a window. The mage kept that propped open with a stick in order to let light through. The warm torch light from the halls bleed through the small gaps in between the wooden planks of the wall. So the room was never truly dark. The mage had been drinking soothing teas before bed to help deal with her nerves. She put up with the cramped conditions of her quarters due to the fact that this room was one of few that had a working lock. Which gave the young mage some much needed privacy.

The mage grabbed her things and made a small tour of the guild’s building. She got through her morning necessities. Her breakfast consisted of a hard-boiled egg and some green tea. The mage was washed, fed, dressed, and powdered. By the time the red rays of the dawn turned to golden rays of light the mage was already out the door. She had things to do.

[Oya]

Annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying, shouted Oya as he leaned against a wall inside of the city! The Warrior was here on business, the kind that took more than a week. His mother, Nya, had made an agreement with some nobles in the region and were working together to make a profit. Like always, when Nya made deals with people she would send somebody to keep a eye on her investment. The person who was suppose to do that was Oya's brother Farkus. However Farkus, somehow, got himself lost at sea. As his mother mounted a search for his lost sibling Oya was tasked with overseeing the work in Lycia. With the Warriors great displeasure he was once again dragged back into the family business. Don't get me wrong, Oya liked being charged with command of the Nya pirates and those who follow there flag. However he did not like being pulled in to cover for somebody else. Especially when it was such dirty work. It was hard enough to keep Willow from following him here, or worse realizing what he was doing. This kind of work would be the end of his marriage, but for the time being nobody else was in the area to replace him. According to the plan one of there guys name Jack was suppose to be here in a month or so to take over, but until then Oya was pretty much on his own.

"If it annoys you so much you can wait at the hide out", spoke a evil looking man as he towered over the young Oya. The man was covered with scars from head to toe and had a smile that could only be associated with a serial murderer.

"If I did that then my mother would kill me", spoke Oya as he rubbed the back of his head. "Plus I don't think you idiots can do the job correctly without me. Nothing personal, but you all are not the sharpest tools in the shed", spoke the orange hair pirate as he looked over the brigands leaning on the walls. Today they were suppose to take someone else, and at the moment Oya had no idea who it was going to be. He left picking the person to Mr. Slasher, but Oya maintained command by keeping him on target with there demands. If Oya was not here then they would only be abducting women, and probably the red head variety as well.

[Mila]

She passed by a small group of people whom were leaning on a wall. Part of her could overhear the word annoying in a familiar voice, but that was about it. The rest of their voices were drowned out by the sounds of the people shuffling through the main road. Stores were opening up. Mothers were out with their children. Wagons were being filled. The merchants were a calling the people to their fresh produce. Mila kept walking. Her boots left a small footprint on the sodden soggy floor below.

The mage kept herself a fair distance away from the shadier areas of the main road. Away, from the entrances to back alleys and canals. She rounded the corner and ducked into the bakery. The baker’s daughter, a woman near her age waved the mage over. The two had established a small friendship since her arrival.

“Hey Mila! The usual?” She asked, giving the mage small smile that showed the little gap between her teeth.

“Yep. One Roll with some goat cheese.”

The baker’s daughter was a cute lass. A braided, blonde, beauty, in Mila’s eyes. Her face usually dotted with small freckles but today it carried some splotches of flour. No dobut from helping with the family business. Next to her was her little brother. A cute red headed brown eyed child, who fashioned the same freckles as his older sister. He was kneading a dough ball with his hands. Then taking the kneaded strips of dough and arranging it into a braid like pattern. The family specialized in making these braided breads to be hanged on walls.
Mila made some small talk with them both before paying for her roll. The mage took a bite from her pastry and savored the flavor. Ann the baker’s daughter even put in a small bit of sweet peach jam to balance out the taste of the goat cheese. It was heaven in the mage’s mouth. She leaned against the corner of a wall, listening to the carpenter’s nearby work. Her next stop would be towards the messenger pigeon building to see if she had any messages from either home or from a certain assassin. She was still relatively new to the Santaruz territory and hoped to meet up with Near for some sort of get together. What better guide to a new area then from a friend who lived in the area. Right? The mage’s inner voice quipped.

She finished her second breakfast. The roll and cheese would hold her over until dinner. Mila wiped the crumbs off her face with her wrist. The messenger building was down one of the branch avenues away from the main road. It was wide enough not to be considered a true alley and a fair number of people shuffled through it regularly. But it still had its own intersecting smaller alleys and entrances to cellars that generally tended to deter people. Mila sighed. She didn’t want to spend any time going the long way around to get to the messenger area. She pulled up her hood and tried to make herself look inconspicuous. She kept a firm grip on her tome. Then ducked into shady branching road.

[Ryuzaki]

Ah, Lycia. What a place. A land where men traded and fought and wedded and died like men. A place where there was always adventure, strong drink, and shambling Revenants to be found. A land where the adventuring spirit really took hold and rooted itself in one’s skull. Lycia was a land of opportunity. Ryuzaki was thrilled at the prospect of a fruitful day; he would steal his lunch, then his dinner, and perhaps even some snacks. And then he would travel by night, robbing any he came across, until he made it back to Santaruz. Then he would sleep soundly, gratified by a job well done.

The assassin stood in his humble home, looking at the two cases of equipment on the far wall, the disheveled bed he’d just climbed out of, and the table with four chairs in the center of the central room. He was proud of his place. It wasn’t much, but it was his home.

Ryu took his time rising, stretching all his muscles carefully and slowly as he warmed his limbs and restored active blood flow to them. Then, moving impusively, the assassin grabbed a shirt and pants, quickly dressing. Leaving his heavy outer cloak draped on a chair, Ryuzaki moved to a few baskets on the floor and removed a reddish fruit, peeling it to reveal a grey interior speckled with black seeds. Ah, dragonfruit. The assassin loved its sweet but mild taste and the crunch of its seeds. It was a delicious way to begin his day. Soon, he would take to the streets and begin his work.

[Oya]

"Alright time to get to work you lazy spa suckers", spoke Oya as he got off the wall and sent the brigands to work. The group already had there target and they had already scoped the place out. It was simply a matter of the right time to take action. For the past few days Oya had been watching the residence and been keeping time on when and where people visited. After quite some time he found a small hole in the scheduled, a window for him and the boys to move in bag and gag. Now was the time and speed was of the essence.

As the bandits moved around the back alleyway to get to there target from behind Oya walked out into the main street. The young warrior's white armor gleamed in the sunlight as he stepped into the main road. His youthful expression and milky white skin grabbed the attention of all as Oya removed his sinister axe from his back. "My name is Charlemagne", shouted Oya as he grabbed everyone's attention. "I am a warrior from the mountain nation of Bern! In my homeland I am known as the greatest warrior since the death of Hartmut himself! If anybody think that they are worthy of taking my title or refuting it let them step up now! If not then I can not be held responsible if your local maidens decided to visit a real man this evening and leave you cowards at home with the kids!"

It was as if the main street was set on fire. Everyman with a sword or a axe who considered themselves skilled swarmed to Oya's location. That also included the guards on the street as well. The pirate had not only challenged there skill with there arm, but there manhood as well. It was the perfect ploy. While Oya entertained the men and curious women of the town his boys snuck into the back of the bakery. Quickly they opened the back door and stormed into the building. Just as they practiced and planned they subdued the boy and his sister gagged them with rags and rolled them up into rugs. A quick blow to the head sent them unconscious and the burly men were out the back door heading to the drop off point with no one the wiser.

Meanwhile Oya stood in the street fighting against his first opponent. It was a young lad with a big sword and a bigger ego. He figured if he could defeat Oya then he could impress the lass standing not far behind him. Fool, the cub barely knew how to fight and with a quick blow from Hargu's axe Oya had knocked the weapon from his hand and placed the blade up against the man's neck. "Next", spoke Oya as he stared into the young man's eyes. The expression sucked the fight out of the young man as Oya moved to accept the next challenger.

[Mila]

OOC- I forgot. Oya probably can recognize Mila. Going to give these guys some time to respond.
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As the mage made her way into the side street, she could hear shouting out into the distance.

“I am Charlemagne!” Good for you Charlemange. The voice in her head muttered. She kept walking. The voice of the stranger faded away as people kept moving. She passed by the entrance to the back alley of the bakery when suddenly she was shoved aside by two big burly thugs. The shove knocked her to the ground and bounced her hood off her head. The two men didn’t even bother to apologize then just kept moving.

“Ow! Rude!” The mage spoke out loud. The mage started to pick herself up off the floor. They were carrying something. Something that looked like rugs. But one of the rugs had some feet sticking out the bottom end of it. Her eyes widened. Before her brain could connect the dots between the recent string of kidnappings and the person inside the furled rug, she had a fire ball in her hand. And lobbed it at one of the thug’s feet. It caused him to fall and drop his cargo. Part of the baker’s daughter’s body unfurled from out of the carpet. Oh.. Sh*t it’s Ann. OH. SH*T WHAT DID I JUST DO!?

“ABDUCTORS! KIDNAPPERS!”

She was yelling. It was loud enough to generate some attention. A red-headed man approached from out the bakery way. It was Eddington. Ann’s older brother.

“HEY!” He yelled as he ran out towards his sister’s unconscious body. Mila was ahead of him, not specifically out to tend to Ann but to try and hit the other kidnapper with a fire ball.

“They've got the boy!” She spoke out loud to Eddington but it was in passing. She was chasing after the fleeing thugs.

“STOP! KIDNAPPERS!” She yelled as she followed them out into the busy streets.

[Ryuzaki]

Ryuzaki slipped out of his home, locking the door behind him and then disappearing into the bustle of the city with a sly smile on his face. Time to get to work.

Soon, the assassin was in the middle of the market, his fingers slipping and sliding from purses to stalls with an elegance and poise that was almost dancelike. As the man snagged a bunch of grapes, he began munching as he strolled, until the sound of a boisterous voice rang out.

"My name is Charlemagne!"

Ryu's curiosity was piqued as the unseen warrior let loose his challenge. What fun it would be to knock another person off of his high horse with his speed. So the assassin set off down a side street towards the noise, intending to scope out the man before challenging him, so that it would be easy to destroy him in battle.

But he never got a chance. As he turned around a corner and started walking through an alley near a bakery, he saw two movers knock a young woman aside as they carried their rug. While the woman was in the way, their actions were quite rude... But they gave Ryu a great opportunity to steal any valuables the woman had on her.

As he neared his prey, all hell seemed to break loose. The woman rose, hurling fire... The rug contained a body - whether living or dead, Ryu could not tell - and the voice sounded damned familiar.

"Mila...?" Ryu whispered.

The assassin broke into a sprint, charging forward and drawing his sickles from his back. He would attempt to entangle and trip the villains.

As he passed Mila, Ryu gave a cheeky comment, wasting no time to watch her reaction.

"Hey, Mila... I think you're cute!"

Then he was gone, darting between passersby as he tailed the two burly men doggedly. If he could just get in range, he'd sweep their feet out and then they would be his. Just a little closer!

[Oya]

As Oya faced off against his second opponent the crowd broke into a frenzy. The band of villagers had never seen a good fight before and when Oya began to dual wield axes they really got into it. Using Hargu's axe as his main and a iron axe as his second Oya not only disarmed the armature, but he also placed him flat on his bottom. The bloat was lucky Oya had only hooked his leg instead of simply chopping it off. Victory came to Charlemagne that day as the man yielded. As the crowd reveled in Oya's triumph the sound of joy and celebration ended as a voice called for the guards. "Kidnapping", shouted a man relaying the message he heard. Immediately the guards pulled off and began to move in the direction the man pointed. The action caused Oya to miss the opportunity to duel the cities fabled captain. It would be a fight for another day perhaps.

As everyone began to move in a uproar Oya began to get angry. Everyone around him thought it was because of the kidnappers and they would be right. However it was the exact opposite. Those idiots had but one job and Oya had everyone's attention. How did they botch it Oya wondered as he shot off from the street and began to sprint in the direction the fools were suppose to travel. "Go get them Charlemagne", shouted someone in the crowd as Oya rushed off toward the crime. The fool thought the young man was going to punish evil, pathetic. It was not hard for Oya to outrun the guards moving in that direction. He was lighter armored and generally more agile than they were. Oya was fast in the past and that was when he had Xigshaw on his back. Hargus' axe weighed much less and did not swing in the opposite direction as he ran.

Further up ahead the bandits began to pick up there pace. They could hardly believe that they were caught by the mage girl. Normally they would simply stop and kidnap her as well, but the guards had been rallied and getting caught meant death. Either the citizens were going to kill them or Oya himself was. Oya was lenient on his men. However there client was not. He did not accept failure and as a result Oya would end up executing them.

"Somebody is catching up", spoke one of the burly men.

"@#$%", shouted another one. Bob and I will stay back and deal with him. You two carry on." Two of the brigands broke off and allowed two of the burly men to carry the two bodies. The others drew there axes and began to engage the assassin.

[Drei]

Lycia was one of the places he disliked most. The people were ignorant. Rude. Selfish. However he had to travel through it if he was going to find what he wanted. Ashen hair briefly bled out behind the purple and blue hood that he used to cover most of his face. Amber eyes drifted from side to side as he sat upon the fence along one of the streets in the trading town. With his robes on over his face and his twin tomes tucked beneath his robe near his belt people wouldn't notice them; knowing not what to make of the shaman but simply knowing of his odd appearance and likely deeming to leave him alone. At-least that was what had happened thus far. The town in and of it's self wasn't unpleasant. It was just that it had so many...people. In-fact, the sudden shouting of some oaf who didn't understand why quiet was nice began to annoy him. Charle-what? Drei's name was weird..but atleast it was easy to say. Even spell. He turned his head from his little fence corner to observe what was going on precisely. Only when he noticed the man boasting and drawing a crowd did he come to realize how little he cared about this event. Or for the number of people gathering.

Hopping off the fence, he started to make his way away from the main street. Turning his back to the noisy crowd; the snowy haired Shaman continued to aimlessly wander for a spell. Hands retreating into baggy robe sleeves he turned a corner towards an alley way and strolled through it idly. The smell of freshly baked bread lingered in the air with a hauntingly appealing aroma. Before he had much of a chance to dwell on that however he noticed the distinct sound of a female voice shouting. Ab-what? Kidnappers? He was a short distance away, but it sounded as if they were on another alley way as he could only make out the words over the silence that seemed to have briefly befallen the area while the girl shouted. No doubt others had ceased what they were doing to make it out. At this point Drei quickly cranked his head to gaze at the end of the alley and started sprinting.

He didn't like people much sure; but he wasn't about to avoid helping if he could. Moving in a full out sprint the Shaman turned the corner with a skid to his halt as he started to run around and into the other alley. At-least that had been his intention as he tried to figure out what precisely was going on.

[Mila]

Mila wasn't sure what was happening anymore. One of the men managed to scoop up the rug which had Anne in it and started running. Another blur ran past her complementing her cute looks in a familiar voice. But she did not see who’s it was. Why thank you Silver blur. I think I’m cute too. Her inner voice chimed in before realizing that the blur said her name. Wait? WAIT. Was that Ryu? She could barely make out the shine of daggers before the gray haired blur turned a corner out into the crowd. Yep.

“Near!” She yelled but the crafty assassin was out of earshot.

Mila kept running. The mage was no slouch in the running department. She could run at a brisk pace for a while with proper pacing. Running in hot pursit of strangers in a crowded city street was something she couldn't do well. She was a lot slower than the plucky assassin. She could just barely keep up with the long end of his shadow. Not to mention the constant ducking in between people on the main road to try and tail him. She just managed to skid out the way of one person before nearly crashing into another person. A cloaked figure with light hair, she clumsily stopped few inches from his body. She held out her arms to shove him aside, until she got a look at his face. Hey! It’s Shaman Guy.

“Hi Drei! Sorry! Can’t Talk! Chasing Kidnappers!” She blurted out in a hurried breath before resuming the chase. Apparently now another figure had joined in on the hunt. An orange haired man with bright armor, Mila could see the back of him. And now the guards. This is like some sort of horrible conga line! The area they were running towards she knew well enough. The thugs could only go in one direction from the road they were on. Mila held a fireball in her hand and ducked into a thin alley hoping to cut them off.

[Samantha Khione]

Samantha was strolling around the city. Like she did in most cities she came across, she had decided to look from some sort of shop that might be selling tomes. Mila had taught her how to make a bind a tome, but that didn't help when it came to magic she didn't know. After a little bit of walking, she happened upon such a shop. Making her way inside, she acknowledged the store owner before starting to walk around the place. It was a nice little store, with a number of tomes on display. She made her way over to them, gently looking each one of them over carefully. She knew from the price tags on them that there was no way that she would be able to afford them. Maybe someday she would be fortunate enough to do so, but until that day she would just have to keep saving her money.

Thanking the shop owner as she made her way out, Samantha stepped out back onto the street. Seeing tomes like that gave her something to strive for, and that was never a bad thing. As she stood there trying to decide what she was going to do next, something she could only describe as chaos happened. She heard all kinds of shouting, coupled with a number of people running around. Before she had time to process all of this, she noticed one of the people running around was a familiar looking green haired mage. And then that mage almost ran head on into a familiar looking white haired shaman. What were the odds? She had actually started to think how she would calculate those odds before realizing something clearly more important was happening. Deciding that it would be a good idea to figure out what was happening, she started off after the chaos.

[Ryuzaki]

Agh! More of them. Why did he always manage to get himself caught up in the worst possible scenarios? Here he was, an assassin, a ruthless man who worked so hard to develop his reputation as a mysterious, hidden plague... helping justice. It was almost laughable. But he couldn't expect them to understand. Those who knew would understand that equality of finance and opportunity did not necessitate lawlessness and immorality...

Enough nonsense. They were getting away.

Two of the thugs had split off, coming towards the assassin with axes drawn. Only one thing to do...

"Out of the way...!" the assassin hissed as he drew near to them. "I don't have any time for you!"

Ryu cut to the left abruptly, running diagonally up the wall of a home bordering the alley and then using the extra meter of clearance as a 'springboard.' As his feet began to slip under gravity's power, Ryu pushed with all his might and managed to soar over the first thug's head, landing in a crouch near the second one and rising, bringing his scythes up. As they contacted flesh, the assassin used their long handles to push the man aside, not bothering to finish the job. He'd already lost time as it was.

The men with the body were turning a corner. Ryu increased his pace, struggling to keep breathing evenly. He had endurance. He had speed. How were these two common gangsters still enduring the struggle of carrying a body? He would catch them eventually, and then he'd...

Why was he worrying about this anyway? How did he get involved?

Ryu shook his head and kept running.

[Oya]

Oya turned the corner and found the source of the alarm, Mila. Oya remembered her well. She not only aided him in destroying the bonewalkers in the graveyard, but also joined them on there expedition in lycia. She was a talented mage. Though Oya was surprise to see her and here of all places. Still Mila had some bad luck. If she had raised the alarm on any other group of bandits Oya would have stopped and aided her against anyone aiming to harm her. The Warrior was protective over people he fought with, but this time things were different. Mila was stopping him from achieving his goal and as a result she had to be eliminated. At the moment the guards had not turned the corner so they did not have a view on Oya's actions. It was the perfect time.

"Mila", spoke Oya as he let off a friend grin and grabbed the maiden's shoulder. He made a expression of joy almost as if he had just seen a old lost friend. Then, when her guard was down he punched her in the jaw with all of his strength. The blow had enough force to knock the maiden unconscious. Without wasting a moment Oya threw her on his shoulder and dashed into another alleyway. More than likely those idiots were going to get themselves caught and Oya was not going to come back empty handed. Mila would more than make up the difference. Not only was she easy on the eyes, but she was also a mage. That would be useful.

Without wasting any time Oya rushed to there safe house not far away. The other idiots were suppose to go here, but after they got caught they had to circle around first. Inside the building was a tunnel that would lead under the walls along with a carriage to take them back to the estate. Carrying Mila like a princess from a story Oya brought her into the house and set her down on the floor. He then turned around and locked the door. He was sure somebody would have seen him by now and did not want any disturbances. Taking a rope from behind a nearby chair Oya tied the maiden up, in case she woke up during the journey, and carried her down into the tunnel. "Those idiots better catch up soon", spoke Oya as he began his way toward the exit.

Meanwhile the two goons carrying the two targets grunted as the assassin closed in.

"Those idiots could not even hold him off for a minute", spoke one of the men as he looked back.

"Only one option left", spoke the other as the two of them looked at each other and gave a quick nood. Suddenly the the duo split paths with the assassin on there tail. The One with left and the other went right. Coming back empty handed was not a option and Ryu would soon be upon them.

[Mila]

Mila turned around to see a familiar face.

"Oya?"

She had a mild look of surprise to see the orange haired man in the alley. But before she could acknowledge him with a proper greeting his fist met her face. She turned her head to the side slightly so the punch hit her in the side of her jaw. Closer to the hinge of the jaw and the cheek. She was knocked out.

When she started to come too she realized she was tied up. And Oya had her slung over his shoulder. She quickly traced her tongue over her teeth to see if she lost one. Fortunately she did not. But her jaw hurt like hell. She tried to move her mouth in order to try to speak but found it extremely difficult to do so. Oya probably either broke her jaw or unhinged it. If her mind wasn't preoccupied the sarcastic voice in her head would have said something like Great. But her head was still reeling.

Fortunately she didn't get to see that she was in a tunnel as most of her vision was limited to the floor. But she could smell the musty smell of the damp earth. There was a clear lack of fresh air. Oh.. sh*it. This is bad. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as the panic was starting to set in. She couldn't struggle as she did not want Oya to realize she was awake. Of in the distance she could hear the sounds of a horse. A stable? Down here? She tried to think logically. Down? Down. Earth. Underground.. underground... Her eyes widened at the sudden realization. She was trapped underground. Though not trapped in between rubble but instead trapped by rope. And also "trapped" by being stuck in a situation that she had no control over. Oya is with the kidnappers? Her body was taking short panicked breaths.

No.. no.. no.. Try to calm down. Body.. calm down. We can't let him know we are awake. If he does he'll just knock us out again. We need to see where this goes. How this goes. Oh.. gods.. i'm trapped underground again. No.. don't make a noise. Close your eyes. Don't look at it. Don't remember it. The mage closed her eyes. She could hear the sounds of the shifting earth in her ears, mixed with Oya's foot fall. She was doing her best to fight back her tears. She knew eventually she would have to open her eyes again eventually. She needed to in order to try and figure out what to do next. Think of the outside. Think of the outside.

[Drei]

Kidnappers? What? Drei actually slid to a halt for a moment as Mila moved past him. He was actually at a loss as what to actually say. Honestly, how did one respond to that? The white haired boy quietly turned his head to look down the corner as Mila ran past. With his hands lifting over his head he tried to make sense of things and figure out what exactly he should do. At this point he didn't really know if Mila had things or maybe would need help? Well...sitting there pondering wouldn't get anyone saved would it? Action it was then. Spoke louder than words, or so he had been told. Only one way to find out. The thin framed Shaman ran down the alley and turned the corner in the direction after Mila. However as he turned down the alley, he saw a sight that filled him with a mixture of shock and anger. An orange haired man punching Mila in the jaw only to grab her and run. Now that was an issue. Amber gaze narrowed as he started to quickly run down the alley. The man had been on the other side when he hit her and made off.

Drei was light on his feet, but the alley was cluttered and he had to take time to move or vault over things. Wind whipped past him as he tried his best to close the distance so blatantly between them despite the man having moved around the corner already. outstretching a hand he gripped at the wooden building only to slide around and follow the corner. In the distance he saw the man slipping through a door and moving it closed. Drei huffed in frustration as he slowed his sprint in a few wide steps and stopped near the closed door. He already knew he wasn't strong enough to break down the door physically. First to double check? Outstretched digits coiled around and shook the handle. Latch tugged upon still wasn't enough, it was definitely locked.

He huffed a bit again in frustration and extended a palm. Static like crackling energy of white and black nether began to burst into existence as the air around him rushed outwards from the gathering essence. Slowly gathering the power of the void, an inky black sphere began to configure it's self. Theoretically..if he channeled enough he could blow the door open. However it'd take a moment. Centering himself and staring at the door with a frigid gaze, Drei prepared to blow it open.

After a few moments he released the nether bolt. It sailed into the door with a burst of dark abyssal magic only to blast the entire obstacle off it's hinges. Loudly it fragmented and splinted, while leaving Drei with a moment needed to compose himself. He had over-done it a bit. fantastic.