Braggarfall

[Marine]

Allistair pushed his way through the sudden rush of villagers. Each step amplified Shadow's heartbeat one decible at a time. A perverted heartbeat, something audacious enough to sicken him. It overrode everything else, women screaming, hearty men aspirating saliva, and the occasional wet-faced child with lost expressions, curious and frightened. He lost focus on the crowd and steamed ahead through anything barring his path.

"Away, Inquisition!" He would spout, earning brief respite. "Go back into your homes."

He juggled Diemos in both hands to match the curving sway of the villagers' traffic. The inlaid guilding caught curious bystanderds off gaurd and stopped those fleeing. It was blurred, a glinting fillament the naked eye couldn't catch.

Then he saw Shadow.

Alienated from the crowds, the Han'yo stood cloaked within his wares, but Allistair could smell his magic, hear his heartbeat, and see the growths his ears made against the robe hood. Sending a impeding villager sprawling to the dirt, Allistair cocked Diemos's hammer. He leveled it at the base of Shadow's spine.

"You won't be running anywhere little Han'yo." He shouted. "We have some business to settle." Fixing his conic hat with a free hand, he rose Diemos at the Han'yo's head. "And this time your parents won't be coming to the rescue."