Many Merchants (open)

[Timmir]

Checking to see if the coast was clear, the cloaked figure quickly made his way through the city back where the whole situation began. With the fighting having spread to other parts of the city, all that remained were the maimed bodies of the guards who died trying to protect their city. The cloaked figure slowly looked over all the bodies before noticing one in particular. With a short burst of speed, the cloaked figure quickly made their way to the guard before checking the guard's pulse. A sigh of relief escaped their lip as they felt the pulse, if it was weak. Glancing around, the cloaked figure picked up the guard and quickly made way to find some shelter.

Entering into a run down house, the cloak figure carefully placed the guard down, examining his wounds. The guard had a broken nose and a small gash on his forehead, revealing that the guard had suffered from a powerful blow to his face. The cloak figure took a spare cloth and wiped the blood from the guard's face. Not being a practiced healer, the cloak figure knew they weren't going to be able to help the guard in any way right now. What they could do, however, was finish the mission? That merchant was probably still out there in the city, and the sooner the cloak figure found him, the better.

With that thought, the cloak figure left the run down house and began getting a move on. Time was at the essence right now.

[Emiryal ♕]

werecat | neutral

Syaoran took Kianlandi's hand when offered and shook it. "Syaoran," he said introducing himself. It wasn't needed to explain that he was a werecat that much was as obvious as Kialandi's dragon form. "It is quite odd, but we might as well finish what you started, you'll have to explain what all this is later," he said. The werecat though he'd been watching wasn't quite sure what all of this was about. The werecat jumped off the wall following the Dragon spirit. He landed gracefully on his feet, as you'd expect a cat to do. He pulled a slender short sword from it's hilt. It was more curved than most blades almost hinting at the curve of a cat's claw. "Don't slay more innocent than you must," he advised Kialandi seeing him dispatch two guards. These guards were only doing their job and some looked terrified. A few of the soldiers moved to pursue Kialandi, but Syaoran quickly blocked the way. "Your fight is with me," he said holding his sword at ready. It was clear most of the soldiers hadn't seen him transform and thought he was only a young boy as they hesitated to attack him. "Move out of the way son," one of them said. Syaoran held his ground as two of them tried to push past him. He hit one in a stomach who doubled over as the boy hit him on the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him out. The remaining soldiers hesitated. "Who are you?" one of them asked not wanting to attack a youth. "One who you think exists only in legends," he said before proceeding to attack but only fatally injuring when he couldn't spare them by knocking them out.