It was a good thing they didnât need many words to decide a tactic. All the years of training hadnât worn off on them. âNowâ he spoke not to hard, hand pulling out his sword while the other catched the massive weight.Â
Without battlecry he entered the would be battlefield. If they could keep the moment of surprise the better. But what he saw wasnât what he had expected. First of all his view seemed empty, making him lower his weapon as he searched for the mages that he had ought to feel nearby. It wasnât until he heard a giggle that he understood their location. But the question was why a giggle of all things? âOh makerâ He had spotted them, fallen in the bushes, robes on the groundâŚJohn almost dropped his weapon on the ground from seeing the couple,- lovers.
Vesper follows along, her own blade at the ready as they approach, and yet⌠Something is not right. When her comrade stops, she takes a few steps closer to see why he had done so and promptly takes several steps back, hands clapping over her mouth to muffle her laughter.
âThey donât seem hostile,â she manages, speaking through her fingers. It was funny, in a sense, that they had encountered this out here. She had expected to be free of such scenes while away from the Circle, but it would seem she was incorrect. Very, terribly so.
John could almost function as nightlight with the shade of red his face had become. While his comrade seemed to fine it funny he was just to emberassed to properly look at it. But their presence remained their for to long. âMAKERâ one yelled while the other just screamed. Clumsy rolling of one another, attempting to grab for clothes. But being caught in the act left any proper focus out.Â
âWe should goâ Stammering he stepped back, finding Vesperâs arms to drag her away aswell. He would not stick around to see the rage they would have after the embarrassment worn out. Atleast they had gained some time now to flee.Â











