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BOOM, uncalled for intervention. A welled dressed and refined man stood behind the door as Ellis open the door, he looked rather shocked to see the group there. "How may I help you?"
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"They're gonna follow us, you wanna try to loose 'em?" Pior made a dash that circled around to the location that they left the rest of the mercenaries.
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"I . . . I don't think that I can do all of that; I'm just Ros."
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"We can thank them later, let's move before they come to their sense!"
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As soon as they were clear of the gate, Pior started to make a break for the Jungle, looking over his shoulder to be sure that Aerith was following.
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Pior moved quickly behind Aerith, watching his back as they made their way out of the front gate.
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"I . . .well, it's what everyone said I should do because of Netollyn."
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Pior kept a keen eye on the snake while he watched the rest of the approaching Ama. "Understood!" Pior moved back quickly while keeping his defensive posture. As he made his way, he made his best effort to stay in step with Aerith.
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Ros looked at the Sphere, not seeming to understand. He sighed before taking in another sharp breath. "I know that you may mean all of those things, and I might even know them deep down, but I just . . . I'm coming off as an idiot, aren't I?"
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"I got low!' Pior twisted quickly towards the Black mamba, cutting at it with his swordstaff in an attempt to either kill it, or at least ward it off.
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"I'll consider than an order." Pior stayed at Aerith's back as he took on an impeccable defensive pose towards the approaching Amal. His face practically beckoned the Amal to challenge him.
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Pior raised his guard once more before shooting a smile towards Aerith. "I've always thought that those Bards needed a new tale to tell, you wanna give them one?"
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"Uh, why do I want to draw it in? I mean why should I want to draw it in?"
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Pior used his swordstaff's reach to try to keep his foes at bay as they attempted to rush past them.
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"I . . . see. So, like this?" Ros took a sharp intake of breath.
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Pior dashed out behind him and off to Aerith's left. Pior ran with his swordstaff held towards the enemy, while yelling an unintelligible battlecry.
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"I've never been one to put off dying, suits our job I guess. Now, unless you can turn this "calm" of yours into some sort of fire death power, keep your head on your shoulders. Shall we?"
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"Calm down, I'm just being facetious. We need to get out of here before you blow your top off; or if we can't try to aim it at them, not me please."
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"If I die because you can't make it safer to escape, then just know that I blame you."
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"Did you see any more gunpowder?"
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"Charging straight through with no regard for our personal safety? If we could signal our reinforcements, that would make things easier."
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"Uh, no. I have not tried it yet. Do I breath in sharply, or maybe slower to be more thorough? Am I thinking about this too much?"
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Pior only nods, and then follows suit.
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Pior gave Aerith a hard nudge. "Boy, we gotta go now. She ain't here, and I think that we should get out of here now!"
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Pior peaked out the door. "Not much time, we gotta hurry."
