This is not a Vacation

[Estrella Divina]

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"I finally get to relax at the beach and go to a carnival." Estrella said in her distinct Spanish accent. At the same time, she smiled when she saw the glorious fireworks that Bodhum was famous for. She walked along the coast while her eyes admired the light show. Her jacket kept her warm from the cool breeze of the night. The weather was better than in most areas so she could not complain. It was certainly more refreshing than the polluted city she lived at which was Limitless' headquarters. Nevertheless, the polluted city is where she worked, and it was where she got paid. For now, the city was in a distant place within her memory.

This was her first time in sector 13, but she heard rumors of how modern and serene the area looked especially at night. The rumors were true, and she had a firsthand account to prove it. Her reward was what she expected. Since she had finally completed a mission successfully, she was given a surprise trip to one of the best vacation spots the Final Order world had to offer. It was a no expense trip paid by a special someone who she would need to thank later. With that in mind, she was sure to enjoy every bit of it.

There was a bar near the beach area where she plopped herself onto a stool. The bar was slightly packed with a couple of teenagers and adults in their mid twenties. She fit right in despite being a part of Limitless.

"Serve me a drink will you?" Her spoiled attitude was noted by the bartender, but she did not pay him any attention. Once she ordered her drink, she rested her forearms against the table and studied her surroundings. She did not like what she see.

{Ugh I should have reserved this place for myself then I wouldn't have to deal with losers.} She thought to herself in regret and disgust.

The bartender stared at her for a long second, but did as he was told. He did not want another mess at his bar. It seemed every night there was a problem because of the drunks that liked to hang around there.

[bence]

Through out his travels there was one place that he had heard of over and over. Bence now stood in that place with his head spinning. Sector  13 looked like it was enjoying the spoils of the day, but Bence knew this not to be true. He had watched the sun set here and then slowly the lights and started to come one. He still did not fully under stand how they made the streets glow like they did. Such an advance place compared to Dalamasca. This is one of the reasons he had loved traveling. All the people seemed to change, yet stay the same from place to place. Plus there was not shortage of work for one who knew how to use a sword. Bence smiled to himself and he picked his heavy shield up that was leaning against his leg and walked into the most active area.

His armour creaked as he walked into the bar. He saw as most of the patrons stopped and looked at him. He was used to it by now. There had been many places in his travels where his armour and sword where nothing but legends. Tools of a warrior in a story book. Just like the weapons that he had seen would fit into fantasy and science fiction of the books from where he hailed. He ignored the looks and walked to the bar. He did not have to worry about bumping into any one. Most made way for him as he cast an intimidating figure with his weathered armour and haggard  face. He found a spot at the bar and gave the bar keep and long look, wondering if he was going to get any lip from the pup.

"I will have a whiskey, not a glass just bring the bottle." Bence said as he shrugged his shield from his back and lay it against the bar. He propped his boots up on the boot rail that went along the bottom of the bar and looked into the mirror that lined the back wall. He smiled as he saw a woman behind him staring at him with a look in here eyes he had seen on plenty a smitten maid, and the look of jealousy her male friend had on his face. After checking his twelve he looked to his left and right to see who shared the bar with him. He only saw a woman with black hair waiting on a drink. He nodded absently to her and turned back to the bartender.

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[Estrella Divina]

The bartender rested her drink on the table, but she did not bother to thank him for the service. It was a drink called Lemoncillo. The beverage had a lemon flavor, but it did not have alcohol mainly because she had given it up in her teenage years and for good reason. When she drank, she became violent and unbearable. The last thing she wanted was to start a brawl on her vacation. Momentarily, she smiled at the times she caused havoc within the a number of bars because of her rude attitude. Fortunately, she was on her best behavior for the time being. She grasped the cup and sipped her drink. It tasted delicious she admitted despite the bartender being slow to serve. The whole bar was strange, but it was about to get stranger.

When Estrella assumed the scene could not get weirder, she was wrong to do so. Her cup's edge was at her lips when she saw who had strolled into the bar. A man with knight-like armor walked in as if he belonged in a scenery like a modern bar, yet his appearance made him stick out like a sore thumb. Nevertheless, it was not his armor that first brought her attention to him. It was the noise he made as he entered into the bar. His armor creaked and clanked as he moved.

{Is this guy for real?} She thought to herself, but her question was about to be answered because the knight in literally shining armor was closely approaching her area.

Glancing at his bizarre outfit once again, she spit out her drink. The contents of her drink were spat onto the counter, but no one seemed to pay attention to her reaction because everyone was too busy observing the newcomer.

"You got to be kidding me..." She covered her mouth to keep her laughter from being heard by the stranger. It was then the man sat next to her and in the process ordered a whiskey. To keep herself from getting into a fight, she turned her face to keep from laughing. Try as she may, her restrained attempts could be heard even through her hands.

[bence]

Bence noticed the woman's laugh. He was used to it. Nothing you could do about what other people found amusing. He was dressed in an odd way compared  to those the surrounded it. Where he was from every one that surrounded him was dressed weird. How ever, this was a good topic to open up conversation with the woman that was at the bar. He tuck a swig from the half empty bottle that the bar keep had handed to him. Bence cocked an eye and the bartender or stiffing him on the bottle. He let the warm liquid slide down his throat warming him up from the inside out. He thought about something Eastin had told him once.

"You know," He said looking at the bottle. "I try to drowned the demons with this stuff, but wouldnt you know" He chuckled and looked at the girl. " The damn things can swim." He laughed out loud and tipped the bottle back downing the rest of the whiskey. Looking back at the bar keep he grinned. Aside from the drink being half empty, he had also watered it down. Looking back at the bar he smiled. He thought to himself that he might should lose the armour when he came to worlds like this. It was bring less attention to him, or he could upgrade to that mechanical armour, but then he wouldn't get to be in these fun situations.

"You know." He said looking towards the girl now. "Bar keep here has been waterin down his whiskey. Tricky little bugger." Bence laughed and shook a finger at the bar tender. "You know if I were a lesser man I would come back there and let you have a piece of my mind, but an officer and a gentleman don't acted like that. Now please get me a bottle you have not watered, and I think it should be on the house."
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[Estrella Divina]

"You know, I try to drowned the demons with this stuff, but wouldnt you know. He chuckled and looked at the girl. The damn things can swim."

While she hid her face and laughed into her hands, the stranger began to talk about demons. Her laughter stopped momentarily. Slowly, she removed her hands from her face and listened. Her green eyes observed the man who looked like one of the fairy tale knights that only existed in books. From what she gathered by his mannerisms, he was telling a joke about the whisky. Eventually, she understood what he meant. She did not laugh though. The fact that he was a stranger had something to do with it.

"You know. Bar keep here has been waterin down his whiskey. Tricky little bugger. You know if I were a lesser man I would come back there and let you have a piece of my mind, but an officer and a gentleman don't acted like that. Now please get me a bottle you have not watered, and I think it should be on the house."

She watched him turn slightly towards her to give his input on the whiskey. Tilting her head a bit, she studied the whiskey and wondered what was wrong with it. The newcomer explained that the whiskey was watered down. It had not surprised her. The bartender looked like a scheme individual especially since he took long to pour her simple drink. Remaining quiet for a moment, she looked away from the man to observe the area. The bar became eerily quiet. She noticed everyone had gone.

"I think your entrance scared all the people away. They probably haven't seen a gentleman of your kind. You definitely need some new damn clothes. Where the hell did you get those anyway?" She asked with seriousness expression upon her face, yet it was a light remark towards his outfit.

The young bartender slithered his way to the back where he kept his liquor in store when the armored fellow wanted hard whiskey. He did not go to the back to get a drink though. It was for another reason. Anxiously, he pulled out a photo that he stored in his back room. He wore a smile on his face because he discovered something about the woman who sat in his bar. He knew she looked familiar. During his observation of the woman, he caught sight of her distinct appearance. There was a man who spread the word about his prize money for the capturing of the woman. For some reason, the man wanted her alive, but the rambunctious bartender did not care to ask why.

"I might just get that early retirement award I've been wanting so bad. I hate this job." He grabbed his double barrel shotgun and readied himself to confront her. He did not know what to expect. Seeing that she was a part of Limitless according to the poster, he had to be extra cautious. He was not a natural-born fighter, yet he knew how to handle his shotgun. Once he steadied his nerves, he walked out from the back with the shotgun in hand. There was something about to go down.

[bence]

Bence looked down at his armour. His head was swimming a little so it bobbed a little as it moved. He did not see any thing wrong with what he wore. It was a little battle warn, and had plenty of mended parts. How ever it looked it was still on officers armour and something that he had always held dear. He had fought beside many a man who had lost their lives for him. The grissled ex-officer looked back at the female. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the new angle and he smiled lightly as her face came into view. He noticed that she was cute for the first time. He would not mind getting to know her better.

"Well this is the gear that was issued to me when I was in the military of one of the other worlds. When I was discharged it was awarded to me as token of my good service." Bence motioned to his gear as he talked. One could hear the waver in his rough voice that was full of both sadness and pride. He loved his armour and the memories that went along with it. As he was talking about his gear his eyes wondered to the exit the bar tender had taken to get a new bottle of whiskey. He had been back there for a good while and Bence was ready for his other bottle. He could get quite agitated when his liquor was with held from him. For once his impatience  payed off because he saw the bar tender come out of the door with double barrel pistol, or what looked like a pistol to him.

Throwing one of his hands out to point and reach for his shield at the same time he started to fall off of his stool. Do to his relaxed hand caused by the drink, and the fact that he had lost a lot of muscle since leaving the military his glove was quite loose and came off of his hand very easily. As the stool came out from under the veteran, Bence heard the rather thick thud of his heavily armoured glove hit some where on the bartender right before he felt the hard floor on his ass. 
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[Estrella Divina]

"Well this is the gear that was issued to me when I was in the military of one of the other worlds. When I was discharged it was awarded to me as token of my good service."

It seemed like she hit the stranger's soft spot. He had a connection with the armor that he wore. As she studied his face, she saw how he became somber over the fact that his armor made him look odd to most people. It was the truth unfortunately. Nevertheless, she decided not to dig further into his armor's past considering the man appeared too tied to it to care what others thought.

"You were part of the military? Are you a knight of some kind because you definitely look like one?" She remembered her husband's dream of being a knight. If he had seen this man, he might have been a bit jealous at his armor. In that moment, she chuckled because she could not imagine her scarred partner wearing heavy armor. It was not his style. While she laughed at her thoughts, she managed to see that the bartender returned. She did not spot the weapon he had in his possession which he brought out for her.

The bartender kept his double barrel shotgun hidden behind him. As he walked out, he carefully studied the two people remaining in the bar. He placed the bottle of whiskey on the bar top. Then, staring at Estrella, he saw how unaware she was of the situation.

{Now is my chance.] He encouraged himself to commence the attack.

It was in that moment the heavy glove of the stranger fell onto the bartender's foot. The stranger was soon to follow as the bar stool toppled over with him.

"OW! MY FOOT!" The bartender yelled when the man's glove crushed his toes. His toes felt a pulsating ache that was hard to ignore. Hopping on one foot, he did not hesitate to pull out the double barrel shotgun he had hidden behind his back. He pointed it straight at Estrella to keep her from getting away.

Estrella rose to her feet when she heard the loud clank of the gloved hand along with bartender's outburst. Glancing over at the fallen man, she shook her head in disapproval. Was he drunk already? At that moment, she heard the a "click" sound and turned her attention to the bartender. He had a gun pointed at her. Instinctively, she raised her arms to the sky. Her eyes narrowed in anger at the bartender's audacity.

"What the hell is this all about?" She asked angrily. It wasn't the first gun she had a gun pointed at her which is why she was surprisingly calm.

The bartender's pain eased just enough for him to put weight onto it. He limped towards her and kept the gun pointed at her.

"Don't try anything funny there sister or I'll blow your head off." He warned. He was not accustomed to holding a gun and one could tell by how he shook.

"You got a big prize on your head you know that? If we do this the easy way, you won't get hurt, and I'll get my retirement money." He said with enthusiasm. His attention was taken off the fallen

[bence]

The knight looked up from where he had fallen on the ground and saw the woman with her hands up. What a fool he must of looked like falling off of his stool and loosing a glove. One the bright side it brought him face to face with his shield. He cursed his armour for making so much noise as he put the shield on his arm. Bence hoped that the bar tender was still occupied with the dark haired woman to notice him fumbling around on the floor. When he was ready, he stood up with his shield covering up any part of his body that might be showing above the bar.

"Now now, could you please put that weapon away. I am trying to drink in peace sir and you are making it really hard what with your shitty whiskey and the waving around of that there thing." Bence talked as he loosened his sword from hits sheaf. It would make a soft hissing noise that Bence hopped his voice would cover up. He was very irate about the whole ordeal. All he wanted was a nice night full of spinning drunkenly in the street and maybe a nice stay in the local holding cell for free and a release in the morning so he could travel to some other great and awesome world where he could do the same all over again. How ever this joker had to ruin every thing. Bence's irritation could be heard in his voice as he spoke his words.

Since Bence could not see the man through his shield he had to trust the woman with any warning that she might want to give to him. He tried to convey this through an attempt to lock eyes with one of her faces that swam in his view. He noted to himself that none of this would be happening if he did not travel to any of the worlds that were more advanced than his own and grinned slightly.
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[Estrella Divina]

With her peripheral vision, she saw how the man in armor fumbled around as he tried to regain his footing. She rolled her eyes at the sight. It was embarrassing that a man his size could not hold his liquor. Since he was too busy enjoying the floor, she was left to fend for herself.

"Y-you better stop moving there lady. I mean it. I will shot your face off." He stuck his double barrel shotgun in her face again. He was to distracted to notice that the stranger was about to rise to his feet. When it came to bounty hunting, he was a novice. He was a bartender after all, but his confidence remained.

She closed her eyes when the bartender jerked the gun into her face again. It almost hit the bridge of her nose which would have been painful if it did hit her. Even at gun point, she was as bratty and moody as ever.

"Will you get that crap away from my face?" She demanded defiantly. Finally, the knight rose to his feet and placed his antique shield in front of him. Placing the shield in front of himself, he could not see what the bartender was doing. What was his tactic?

"Now now, could you please put that weapon away. I am trying to drink in peace sir and you are making it really hard what with your shitty whiskey and the waving around of that there thing."

"Where the hell did you come from..hey put that shit away!" The bartender was dead serious. The knight-looking guy was going to foil his plans. For a split second, he let his attention escape the woman to focus on the drunken fool.

"What are you going to do with that hunk of metal?" He almost laughed at how pathetic it looked in this day and age.

The stranger was wasted from what she gathered and was likely not thinking right. At first, she truly thought he had a tactic that would help the both of them out of a sticky situation. She should have known better. Shaking her head in disapproval, she saw that the bartender was taken back by the stranger's sudden appearance. It was at that precise moment she noticed the bartender look away. The stranger flashed her a look which brought her into action. Immediately, without hesitation, she lunged forward and reached for the bartender's double barrel shotgun. Using what strength she had, she fought with the bartender to get it from his grip. In the struggle, she kept out of the shotgun's fire path to avoid getting shot.

The bartender fired hastily when Estrella attacked him. He was knocked back into the bar's, table top. His back caused expensive, shot glasses to be shattered in the process. His back was instantly cut from the shards that were left on the table. He yelled throughout the struggle. When she attacked him, he grabbed her arm to yank it away from his weapon. The shotgun had one bullet left, and he needed it for the money. As the both of them fought for control of the weapon, he used his free hand to grasp a sharp piece of glass. He would cut her if need be.

[bence]

Bence watches as his new found partner went over the bat to fight with the bar keep. His ears then started ringing from a really loud blast that came from the weapon the bar tender was using. At the same time his ears started to ring his shield was knocked to the side and dented heavily by the shot from the gun. His arm was also injured, the force of the blast and almost ripped the shield off of his arm, the cost of retaining the should was that he now had a fractured wrist and maybe a turn shoulder.

 The pain was sobering for the knight as it blosumed throughout his body. The maddening pain brought the world into a clearer light. Bence dropped the heavy shield to the floor making a loud bang on the floor. Bence blocked out that pain just as he was taught and used what he had already felt to fuel that anger and the courage to continue with what he had to do. Bence took and tactical pause and reassessed the situation.

Looking around he saw the woman was at the bar still wresteling with the bar tender over the weapon. She looked liking she was having trouble with the rather small man. Bence switched his sword to his hand that was hurt. This way he could lay the heavy blade on the man's chest just for threatening purpose, with his good hand he could help taking the weapon away from him. He did so in a very systematic way. He twisted the pistol in away where the trigger guard would turn into the man's finger and away from both the woman and Bence. If the man did not let go the guard would break the finger that was curled around it. Bence hoped that the woman would understand what he was doing, if not he was sure it wouldnt take like for the tender to relies that all it would take for him to kill Bence would be a squeeze of his second trigger.

"Me other hands bust kid. All I got in it is enough to stick him with.Your going to do most the fighting from here." Bence said in a strained tone as he exerted himself trying to remove the pistol. He started to feel blood roll down the inside of his arm. He didnt look away from the bar tender eyes but he knew one of the pieces of shot had found one of the weak spots in his armour and buried it's self in his shoulder. It would not be long before his arm holding up the sword went numb and because useless.
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[Estrella Divina]

The bartender was double teamed. The shard of glass he had in his hand fell to the ground. Desperately, he wrestled with the woman as she had him pressed against the bar's table top. Despite her size, she was stronger than she looked. He was fairing well in the struggle until the larger guy came and interfered. He caught sight of the man's sword that was pressed against his chest. In an instant, the double barrel shotgun was tossed aside leaving the bartender defenseless against the woman.

Her ears rung from the shield being struck with the bullet. Fortunately, she was too mad to get distracted by it. Being occupied with the fight, she had not seen that the stranger assisted her in taking out the bartender. She also did not see that he was injured. It was not until he spoke up that she realized that the attacker was currently defenseless.

"Me other hands bust kid. All I got in it is enough to stick him with.Your going to do most the fighting from here."

Once the bartender's weapon fell to the ground, she grasped the bartender's head and used brawler-like tactics to finish him off. She tugged the bartender's head and used it as leverage for her attack.

"This is not a VACATION!" She yelled in irritation because her vacation had already been ruined. Then, repeatedly, she struck him with a vicious knee into his midsection over and over again. She hit him ten times before releasing him. The cowardly bartender fell to the ground after her brutal attack. He was knocked out from the violent blows she gave him. After she saw that he was no longer able to fight back, she stomped on him extra to show how upset she was that he pointed a gun at her. The unconscious man groaned instinctively from being stomped on. She heard his groan of pain which satisfied her for the time being.

Seeing that he was knocked out, she glanced over at the knight-armored stranger. She muttered some curse words when she saw that he was injured. Knowingly, she had a bit of an obligation to help him since he aided her in defeating the bartender. She was a white magic user and could heal, yet she hated to use it since she saw her natural, healing abilities as a hindrance. Her parents were killed for their white magic, but she had not known that since they were gone shortly after she was born. She had no idea who they were. It was easy to understand why she hated what she was given. The reason she hated her abilities was because she saw it as a curse. In a sense, she despised humanity as a whole because of how badly she was treated throughout her younger life. For that reason, she would rather hurt than heal.

"You're hurt let me heal you." She offered to heal the man.

[bence]

Bence let out a sigh of relief as the girl finished off the bar tender. His heavy sword was sapping the strength out of his arm at a rapid rate. It would not have been much long until he dropped the sword when she took his head into her hands and used her knees to do so much damage to the mans midsection that he actually passed out. As the petite girl continued to rain blows on the man after he fell, Bence sat back down on a stool to examine his wounds. He undid the leather strap that held his shoulder plat to his neck guard and placed it on the bar. Looking at the chain mail he saw three places where the links were snapped. With a frustrated grunt he pulled the loose fitting chain shirt away from his shoulder to reveal three little holes in his arm that were steadily leaking blood. He looked at the back side of his shoulder. No exit wound presented it self.

The knight growled in disappointment.  No exit wound meant he would have to dig the shrapnel out and he didnt have any kind of tools and his wrist was still damaged. The whole situation started to look helpless. He would never be able to preform surgery on himself like this. Looking up he saw that the woman was done brutalizing the down man. As a knight he was taught a code of honor and speed on the battle field. If a man fell, you left him and went to the next. If he could not fight he was ineffective in battle, plus more time spent on one man was less time watching your comrades back or your own, but who was he to talk. He was the one injured and she was the one who won the fight.

"Let you? I was about to ask if you could." He grunted in pain. Bence had been to other places where using magic was looked down upon and most of those places were the more advanced ones. Where technology had taken place of magic. Magic had passed into a devil art for those people. Nonsense of course, his people had been using magic on the battle field for ever. It also meant he would not have to dig out the bullets. "Yes yes heal me. My name is Bence by the way. Former 1st Lieutenant in the Dalamascan  army."
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[Estrella Divina]

"Let you? I was about to ask if you could."Yes yes heal me. My name is Bence by the way. Former 1st Lieutenant in the Dalamascan army."

She observed the man study his wounds. There was no injury she could not heal, therefore, seeing how bad it was, had not bothered her. He took her offer to heal him. Closing the distance, she rested her hands inches from the wound. Then, effortlessly, a light blue light emitted from her hands. It was natural to her to heal despite her despising her ability. The warmth of the light could be felt throughout his body. While she healed him, he told her his name. His name was Bence, but the title that followed his name was something she was not familiar with.

{Dalamascan army? I hope that isn't a rival to Limitless.} She thought to herself.

Eventually, his wounds would close and his energy would be restored as if nothing attacked him. In a sense, he was like brand new.

"There Bence..try not to get your ass shot next time. By the way, my name is Estrella Divina, and I am a Limitless soldier." She paused for a moment, and then continued with who she was.

"A high ranking one!" She added to reassure Bence that she was not a rookie of any kind. To further gloat, she emphasized why she had been on the trip.

"Since I completed some missions with flying colors, I got to go on a no expenses trip to this carnival in Sector 13. This was supposed to be my reward...my vacation." It was obvious she was still in a bad mood because of the bartender interrupting her happiness.

[bence]

Bence watched as the girl healed his wounds. As the warmth from the magic flooded his body, the wound started to close leaving no sign of what had been. "If only she could do the same for my armor." He thought to himself as the examined the damage and listened to what the girl was saying. He looked at her hard when she said she was a soldier, and his right brow rose a little when she said she was high ranking, as to impress him with her station. He nodded thinking of her men. If she was high ranking he guessed she would have soldiers under her. Where they enjoying a vacation like she was? So many officers abused their rank and left their men and women to work while they played. In the end she shrugged his shoulder and quit fidgeting with his armor.

"I do not see my old garrison being a threat to the Limitless. To your command we are little more than organized barbarians with great combative skill in hand to hand. Your advanced weaponry and long rang systems are years ahead of Dalamasca." Bence stood hefting his shield to his back and putting his other loose gear where it belonged. Turning to  Estrella he smiled showing white teeth with sharp canines. "Thanks for you help. Guess I should find some better armor and maybe learn how to use one of those swords with the gun built in." He laughed patting his old blade that hung at his side.

[Estrella Divina]

"I do not see my old garrison being a threat to the Limitless. To your command we are little more than organized barbarians with great combative skill in hand to hand. Your advanced weaponry and long rang systems are years ahead of Dalamasca."

His statement was true about most sectors in Final Order. Limitless were ahead of most organizations and locations for good reason. They needed to keep control of the world to keep peace. After the confrontation with the bartender, she understood why. There were menaces that plagued this world, and they would do anything to cause hell. She wasn't a fan of humanity in general either.

"That bartender is what I would call a barbarian." She commented bluntly.

"Thanks for you help. Guess I should find some better armor and maybe learn how to use one of those swords with the gun built in."

She shrugged at his thank you. Being nice, wasn't one of her strong suits. He happened to be in the right place at the right time when she healed him. He was lucky she felt generous. When he mentioned a blade with a gun built in, she thought of her husband. He was a gunblade wielder, and a ferocious one at that. This Bence man had no clue that her husband was a Commander on Limitless. She pinched the bridge of her nose at the thought of what would happen to the sector 13 Carnival if she told him what happened. Sighing to herself, she avoided saying anything further to this man. After all, he was a stranger.

"Are you going back to where you live now?" She asked curiously. He didn't seem like a man who lived anywhere. As for her, she had some carnival to enjoy before her vacation was over. There would likely be more rebels and mercenaries at the carnival. Even with the risk, she would enjoy yourself.

"You should probably get your ass moving. I am sure there will be more of those goons after me, and I don't want to keep healing you." She admitted truthfully.