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"...." Eyes softened up a bit, as he actually began picking his way through the foliage.

What probaly nerved him the most was the lack of any ambience. There... was nothing natural left here. Or maybe everything was just as dead as he was inside.

"People always fight... over land, money, power... even love. Sometimes even just for the sake of it... can you understand that?" It was odd, him questioning nothing but the air apparently.

Stopping, he clutched against a branch and looked about him.

"....Well." He knelt along the ground, eyes surveying his surroundings.

While he may not have exactly taken the same exact path, he could tell someone had been here already.

"Now where...?"

It was tough, no doubt.

I mean if he had a hard time riding through forests on horseback, doing it on a motorcycle was equally if not more so a b***h of a task.

He risked running into trees, crashing horribly over an overgrown root, or maybe even driving into a cow... hah.. a cow.

I wanna breath you in... wanna breath you in...

He paid attention to the small compass on the bike's dash, mainly focusing on the road (or lack thereof one) ahead.

Of course like usual... his thought saw fit to never leave him alone.

'cause I need to breath...

"Brilliant."

Sakura, in her usual state of being lost, managed to wander her way in to where she was now. Such was her state of mind that she had slept through the beginnings of this grand melee and now she had no real idea of where she was going.

Putting her finger in the air, she closed her eyes and spun on her heel, then lowered her arm. "This way!" She decided, heading off towards the clearing.

Then promptly chooses a new destination.

Huff. Puff. Almost there, lungs burning.

~heading for radiant~

"See what?" Jim asked, his eyes genuinely befuddled.

But the archer had gone too far to turn back now. "He's dead, Jim! He's DEAD! He's not going to go back to work at the mill, he's not going to wake up and play cards with us later, he's dead!"

And it was on that note that they approached the Village Gates.

"Hey, somebody's coming into the forest!" a younger boy reported in a whisper to two older men crouched in hiding.

"Who's it?" the red haired man asked, peeking around carefully through the trees toward where a figure was coming in from the clearing. He drew a bow. "I don't recognize him."

"Nor do I." a man with a graying beard replied in hushed town, peeking around at the figure. Knocking an arrow, he pointed at the other two and gave whispered orders. "We're gonna make him run. You. Go tell people someone's here."

The boy started his slow creep back to the camp to spread the word, and the old man started to shift. "Now, we'll both pop out on opposite sides of the tree and fire. If only I knew where those-"

And at that moment a large, furry, armored shape would rush from the forests at the momentarily stationary Quintilius, making a charge head on.

If he allowed it to come close enough, it'd attempt to pounce on Quin and pin him to the ground. After which mauling would occur.

And so the great beast would be caught, and tossed by the great force as it was coming down on Quintilius, and thrown out among the trees, traveling past many before one finally caught it and the creature fell to the earth. Not to be forstalled by the blow though, it was quickly back on it's feet and circling in toward him at a quick trot.

Which was about the time the bowmen, stepping out silently from behind their trees and standing to pull their longbows back, fired at Quintilius both at once.

The gray bearded man, whistling, would move a few trees to the right to take cover and knock another arrow, while his companion the read head would move to the left and do likewise, minus the whistle.

The boy, on the other hand, passing beyond hearing, broke into a run back toward the villiage.