He feigns hurt at the accusation. Hand over his heart, pulling back in a dramatic manner, as if Baraka had struck a nerve with him. Javíer couldn’t truly be mad, even if it rang true there was an animal behind his motives. It did happen rather frequently. It wasn’t his fault the Gods made such wonderful creatures to care for! 

“I’m insulted by the very manner! To think that I would ever offer to patrol as an attempt to get you to agree to let me have another animal. Such behavior is beyond me in most cases.”

The knight gives a good-natured laugh. It’s all in play. The excitement in his eyes is hard to miss. He had heard many stories of his father on patrol, and finally after managing to convince his mother, (his birth father saw no trouble in it from the start), was he allowed to offer his hand to travel with him.  not once did anyone willingly asked to join him. 

The squire’s hands fly behind his back at the sound of her voice. His once hunched over curious posture now perfect as he stands at attention. This was his first time meeting the granddaughter of the all-powerful dragon queen. He needed to put his childlike wonder aside for five minutes and act professionally. 

“It’s a lovely vase, your majesty. Forgive me for...reaching out like that I was just, fascinated. Is all.” It strikes him that he must be coming off as rather tense, he rolls his shoulders, offering his hand to the princess, hoping she can look past his eagerness.

Quite the charmer, wasn’t he? Standing before the knight with such an aggressive air around him that would make even Tarkata’s most fearsome seem tame. Luckily for this new ally, Javíer had experience in dealing with types just like him. People like this Earhtrealmer weren’t for the faint of heart. Javíer holsters his weapon as it’s finished loading, and offers his hand just as his father taught him to do in greetings when he was younger.

“Javíer García-Black, at your service. Knight in training to her majesty, Kitana Kahnum. And I promise, I only shoot people when I consider things to be an emergency, and from where I was sitting, it seemed to be more than a bit of an emergency.”

There’s a soft gleam of curiosity behind emerald eyes, he knew many of Outworld’s allies with Earthrealm, but this one was unknown to him. Although his aesthetic spoke partly, Javíer knowing the tire for Special Forces all too well, given his aunt had worked for them for years.

Javíer watched from the trees as the fight went on. A blonde muscular man seemed to be locked in kombat with three other fighters surrounding him. Usually he would feel the need to interfere at an earlier time, but the young man seemed more than capable on his own. The knight above him couldn’t help but watch.

The fight went on undisturbed for the time, until one who was down for the count came up from behind the Earthrealmer, meaning to take him by surprise. The stranger turned to react, but before he could manage, a single shot rang out from behind the ruffian. As he falls to the ground, there stands Javíer, loading the shotgun his father gifted him some time ago.