#clippingwings

“How did this even happen...?” Hanbei whined to himself, raising his head cautiously to peer through the window.

Demons trudged through the muddied roads in droves, stubbornly searching for their prey. They’d been there for at least half an hour already and were refusing to move on. Hanbei sighed, lowering himself back to the dirt floor, leaning weakly against the wall where he sat.

“My strategy went off without a hitch. I don’t understand where it could have suddenly gone so wrong.” He uttered thoughtfully, frowning at his feet.

Stuck in an abandoned farming village, in an empty house, surrounded by demons and with no way to contact his allies; his circumstances were far from ideal. The only reason they were even out here was to investigate a potential new ally that had been spotted in the area, but they’d had no luck finding them. The rest of Hanbei’s company were probably still out looking for him, but he’d been forced to stray far from their temporary post of operations in a bid to shake off the enemy.

So much for that. At least the demons had already given up on searching the house; he’d managed to squeeze himself into the tiny gap behind a pile of firewood until they’d lost interest.

Hanbei contemplated his few options. His weapon was busted, so he certainly couldn’t fly out of there. He could make a run for it, but he didn’t like his chances. Physical prowess was not his strong point- they’d probably catch him instantly.

He scowled. Maybe he really would have to wait it out until they left. He settled down into a more comfortable position against the wall, but it wasn’t long before his eyelids began to droop, and he’d fallen dead asleep from exhaustion. 

He wouldn’t wake up until two hours later.

Scribe chuckled, here he thought this world would be ordinary and yet here he was, coming across a secret mage! that means there had to be more, not just mages but secrets as well! What fun this would be! He might actually take some time to explore this area, not that he had any time limit or anything. 

  He knew traders when they came to town, having spoken to most of them when it came to selling his family’s produce, and that woman was definitely no trader. Yet she stuck out like a sore thumb just like one. She had to have been an adventurer of some sort that was just passing through. Why else would anyone come to this little farming community?

Lancer hummed a tune when last hostile monk chopped down. Ah, she tried to finish mission swiftly and quickly, as master didn’t seem to be someone enjoying bloodshed. However, battlefield couldn’t be clean. 

“ Stay ~ I’ll come to you instead...” - Preventing girl from stepping further, Biten’s avatar returned with peaceful smile.