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A/N: As much as I like to stray away from stereotypes, I'll admit that I kind of fell into one with the naming of Kenjiro. At first, his name was something a bit more fantastical, but with his upbringing and society, I felt it didn't fit him, so I had to do a bit more research and thinking. Anywho, anything in this story (characters, settings, monsters, etcetra) is copyright of me, so I'd appreciate it if you asked me before taking anything. A lot of planning (about three months worth) went into this, so I'd like it to be respected. I hope someone out there enjoys it!
A man sat alone in a small, confined cell, looking rather discontent with his current environmental arrangements. He had dark brown hair that circled his head in bangs. He was dressed in what looked like a blue military jacket with gold outlining, a black shirt beneath, and blue pants. From what one could see of his face, it looked rather smooth and young, despite the miserable conditions in which he sat. If one looked closer, you'd see that he had an eyepatch covering his right eye...
His name was Kenjiro Wakahisa.
It was now that Kenjiro decided. He officially hated prison cells. He didn't know why, but he imagined that they'd be a lot more...well, accommodating. Then again, he had forgotten to realize where he was. It was prison. These people were the worst of the worst, the lowest of the low. They'd done things almost unspeakable to humanity. And here he was, wrongly accused of a crime that he didn't even know about.
As he sat in the corner of his prison cell, he could hear the shouts and hollers of all the other inmates. Some cursing the law enforcement members who walked by, some cursing the god that they worshipped, and some were just being raucous little pests. It honestly bugged him. Not only that, but this room was making outfit dirty! Sitting up from his corner, he moved over to the dilapidated bed that they had provided him with.
It was less comfortable than the floor.
Biting his lip, Kenjiro leaned himself back against the wall. There was no way that he could stay here... He'd rather be on trial then have to deal with this discomfort. And speak of the devil...
“'Ey, you!”
The voice was harsh and not very welcoming, but it was a voice nonetheless. And maybe that meant he'd be able to get out of here! “Hmm?” Kenjiro responded, glancing at the guard in front of his cell. Oh wait, there were two, he could tell because he managed to be able to feel the soul of two people. It was hard to see past the energy-implemented bars that prevented his escape. They were fairly bright. Standing up, Kenjiro stretched.
“Your trial's gonna be startin' soon. Stand back so I can let ya out.”
Kenjiro did as instructed without a sound. Perhaps if he showed good behaviour, it would reflect well during his trial. As the energy bars dissipated, Kenjiro was immediately handcuffed by - oh, look - more technology. Much similar to the laser-bars on his holding cell, these had some durable string surrounded by a sort of laser field and connected together by a laser beam between the two apparatuses. Yanking on them a little, Kenjiro felt a slight twinge on his wrists. The guards smiled at his attempt. As they walked on both sides of him, one of them spoke up.
"You can't get out of 'em, they're made from the best material money can buy.” The left guard informed. Kenjiro felt stupid. He was one of the best weapons experts on this continent, and he'd been defeated by a simple electronic tool. No way the others would hear about this.
The two guards led Kenjiro to the courtroom. It was rather massive in size, having a lone podium in the center of the room, which Kenjiro assumed he'd be standing. Directly in front of that was a raised platform that encircled the area around him, stopping just at the sides of his peripheral vision. That was where the judge and jury were seated. And then there was the seating for the onlookers, which spanned the empty area between where both sides of the officials seating ended. A mass of people had already filed in to observe the trial, though none of the court officials had arrived yet.
The guards led Kenjiro to the podium. One of them even patted him on the back, smiling. “I'm sure they'll let ya off easy. You only tried to kidnap the princess.” Kenjiro bit his lip at the mentioning of his “conviction.” Did he really try to kidnap the princess?
Of course not.
But apparently, that's what they accused him of, and it was his word against their's. There was little to no way that this trial would end in his favor. But for him, accepting defeat was not an option. He'd never admit to something he didn't do. He had his pride and morals to think of, after all. The court officials filed in one by one, with the judge coming in last. As the judge sat down, the room almost instantly quieted. The enforcement officer approached Kenjiro with a large, black book in his hand. It held the insignia of the continent's major religion, Daethe.
Placing the book on the podium, the bailiff began the trial preceedings. “Kenjiro Wakahisa, please place both your hands on the Book of Daethe.” He commanded. Kenjiro did so, with no qualms. “You are now in the court of Gastnich, a legal establishment under the watch of Daethe. And as such, you are sworn to be completely honest in your responses and retellings, or face the judgement of Daethe. Do you agree to these conditions as I have explained them to you?” Kenjiro nodded. He didn't dare say anything that could negatively affect his chances of getting out of here.
“Good, your lordship...” The bailiff stepped away, bowing to the judge. “Kenjiro Wakahisa. You are here under the accusation of attempting to kidnap Princess Isabella of Gastnich. Do you admit to this crime?”
Silence.
“No.” His response sent murmurs and whispers throughout the onlookers, who were instantly silenced by the judge clearing his throat. “Well, since you don't admit to the aforementioned charges. I shall hear out your story... What exactly was it you were doing at 7 P.M. near the castle of our highness exactly two nights ago?”
Kenjiro opened his mouth, and began to retell the tale of how he'd ended up in this predicament.
“Well, as I'm sure you know, I'm a weapons specialist for hire. Name a price, and I'll complete almost any job without fail. However, on the night in question, I was on a special assignment.” Kenjiro failed to mention the other two people he'd been accompanied with; for fear that they'd end up on trial as well. If he could save anyone, he would. “We had been hired to retrieve an item that had been lost by our client. One that just so happened to be placed inside that castle.”
More silence.
The crowd began murmuring again, and Judge cleared his throat again. “Any more unnecessary chattering and I'll have this courtroom closed off and all of you thrown out!” The judge was irate. “Continue, Mister Wakahisa.” Kenjiro cleared his throat and continued his tale.
“Of course, you can't just walk into the Castle of the Bolli Family. This is why we were there at that specific time. As you all know quite well, two nights ago was the evening where the ambassador of Vienar City was to come and finalize talks of their peacetime treaty. And again - as you're all aware of - there was a big parade leading up to the actual event. And it was during this time where we snuck into the castle, where everyone was out in the streets enjoying the festivities-” The Judge held up a hand to pause Kenjiro.
“Now, before continue your story Mister Wakahisa, I'd like to ask you... Who was it exactly that hired you?” Kenjiro sighed. He knew that the judge would not like the answer he was about to receive. “I cannot tell you that, my lordship.” Kenjiro braced himself. “All right and why not?” The judge inquired. “It was part of my agreement with the client. I was not to disclose any information regarding them whatsoever.” The judge gritted his teeth. “Well, can you at least tell me what item you were in the castle to retrieve?” Kenjiro paused.
In fact, the client never said anything about him not being able to reveal information on the item itself... And he was under oath... Kenjiro opened his mouth to speak...
CRASH!
The entrance doors to the court chamber were quite literally blown off their hinges, and everyone - Kenjiro included - turned to see what the source of the disturbance was. When he caught sight of the perpetrators, he smiled.
“Party's over bitches!” Shouted one of the people in the doorway.
It was a man with rather unkempt red hair and an even less appealing outfit that was covered in dirt and grime. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, he stood next to an extremely breathtaking woman, dressed in a rather revealing leather outfit. She had long blonde hair that stopped just above her hips and - as most of the men (and probably some women too) probably noticed - a rather large bust. She, however, did not look as surprised at the man's exclamation. “Damn it Ardon...must you be so ignorant?” The woman said, walking into the courtroom. “Oh, hush ya mouth, Vyn.” Ardon retorted. “I told you...it's Clairvyn.” She emphasized the beginning, obviously upset with Ardon's pet name.
Kenjiro groaned in aggravation. Ardon was drunk...again.
“H-hey...you can't just barge in here like that, this courtroom is closed off to visitors. You need an invitation!” One of the men stood up, attempting to bar the way for the two people who were currently walking towards the center of the courtroom. Ardon was the first to react.
“Oi, big man! Shaddup!”
CRACK!
The resounding sound of Ardon hitting - and dislocating - the man's jaw could be heard throughout the whole of the courtroom. It was then that the “calvary” of sorts arrived; in the form of military soldiers with guns. Ardon smirked.
"Finally, some action.”
Brandishing his gun, Ardon pointed it at one of the men opposite him in the center of the room. It was here that Clairvyn spoke up. “Ardon, you isusk! Wait!” But by then, he'd already pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight into the face of an infantry unit, causing him to fall to the ground. Ardon smiled to himself.
“One.”
Clairvyn then proceeded to beat Ardon over the head. “I said to wait! What if you'd hit Kanjiro?!” Ardon sneered, almost raising a hand to hit the woman back. “Don't you have faith in my skills? I didn't hit him did I?!” He grumbled. “You didn't have to call me an idiot, y'know...” He murmured.
“Uhm...guys, I don't mean to interrupt but...I'm still stuck here!” Kanjiro shouted, holding up his handcuffed hands. However, the military units weren't just going to let them go by without a fight...
“There's only two of them, men, take 'em down!” The lead officer shouted, resulting in the men charging at the two insurgents. The onlookers obviously seemed to get the hint, and began scrambling to get out of the courtroom.
Clairvyn sighed, shaking her head.
"Foolish mortals...” She murmured. “Ardon, stand back!” Ardon, however, was still quite upset with the woman. “Don'tchu tell me what to do, demon girl!” He said, attempting to pick off the men in the back of the throng now heading for them. Clairvyn groaned in irritation. Why did he have to be so difficult?!
Snapping her finger the building - the inside at least - instantly became enshrouded in darkness, effectively stopping all opposition. Ardon was not pleased. “Dammit demon girl! The hell'd you do that fo'?!” He asked, marching over to her. “Well, since you wouldn't move back, I had to improvise.” She answered quietly. “Now hush up, or they'll find us.” As she began to move, she could hear the sounds of a struggle throughout the building, accompanied by sickening sounds of bones and bodily parts being contorted.
She smirked at the thought. Kenjiro... She thought to herself. They continued to walk around, hoping to find Kenjiro. When she felt herself bump into something however, she immediately went on the defensive.
"Relax...it's me.” A voice said. Clairvyn however, wasn't convinced. “Prove it.” She answered defiantly. “Heh. Just like you.” The voice responded. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and instantly tensed up. “See for yourself.” Closing her eyes, she felt a familiar soul.
“Now do you believe me?”
Clairvyn opened her eyes, gasping. “Kenjiro.” She stated simply. “Of course. Now how about you get rid of this...thing, so we can find our way out of here, hmm?” Clairvyn nodded, before realizing he couldn't see a thing. “Not a problem.” She said, snapping her finger again. Instantly, the dark shroud that covered the courtroom disappeared, and a room full of disposed military personnel showed. Grunting, Kenjiro still seemed to be attempting to get out of the handcuffs they'd left on him. “Ardon, do you mind?” He asked, turning his back to him and moving his arms in an odd manner.
Ardon, however, shook his head reluctantly. “I lef' my 'quipment back on the ship. You're gonna be stuck in those till we get back.” Kenjiro sighed in defeat. “Clairvyn?” He asked, looking at her hopefully. She shook her head. “I don't know how they work; my magic may just end up slicing off your wrists...” She said sadly. Kenjiro groaned. “Well, let's get out of here before anyone finds us and this mess.”
"Agreed.” Kenjiro's partners spoke unanimously, and to be honest, it frightened him a bit. The two of them hardly agreed ever agreed on anything.
As they stepped outside, the three of them instantly took note of their surroundings, which were indeed to their advantage. Night had just fallen, giving them the perfect opportunity to sneak out undetected. “Let's split up...” Kenjiro said to his comrades. “We each meet up at the outskirts of the town where Ardon left his airship.” The two of them agreed.
“And try not to get yourselves killed.” Kenjiro said to his comrades. Ardon smirked. “I could say the same 'bout you. Yah only got two legs, and you're gonna be runnin'.” Kenjiro nodded. “True...but who do you think took out those guards in there? Can't have been you.” He countered, a smirk playing over his face.
Clairvyn chuckled.
However, the men's spat was interrupted by a rather loud exclamation.
“The hell happened in here?! 'Ey Toli get in 'ere!”
“Go!” Kenjiro commanded his two friends, who instantly sped off in three different directions. At least now, there'd be less chance of all of them getting caught.
..Isabella leaves the city.
Meanwhile, on these same streets, a shadowy figure could be seen sneaking their way through the streets. She was a woman, as apparent by the obvious bust that shone through her cloak. All she had with her was a map, and a thin rapier that clinked against her side as she walked. She didn't know why she hadn't stolen one of her father's tracking devices, as it was much easier to move around in those... Though she'd still be susceptible to the heat sensors placed around the town. This place took security to a serious extreme.
She moved quickly and swiftly, her destintation already set in her mind. However, she didn't think it would've taken this long to get herself there. Then again, she'd always been taken there by convoy before, so that may have explained the feeling of the long trek.
Within minutes, she'd arrived at her destination. A rather large building towered in front of her, the Gastnich Church of Daethe. She knocked on the massive doors, having to wait a few minutes before being greeted.
“Isabella?”
Removing the cloak hood, a woman with messy black hair - that had apparently been tied up, as she still had a clip hanging loosely from her hair - peered into the dark blue eyes of a priestess. Her lifelong friend, and blood-sworn sister, Myriana. The two of them joked all the time that they actually were sisters that were just separated at birth. But that was obviously impossible.
“Myriana, is everything ready?” She asked. The priestess nodded in response, ushering the princess into the church. Upon shutting the door behind them, Myriana spoke.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked, looking at the princess with concern. “Yes, Myriana. I need to do this. I need answers.” She said, determination burning in her eyes. Myriana nodded. “Then I'm going with you.” The princess was taken aback. “What? No! You cannot! You have to stay here to care for the church!” She said, scrambling for an excuse to keep her friend here.
“Isabella, you and I have been friends since we've been born. I refuse to let you do something this dangerous by yourself.” She said, her hands on her hips. “Besides, you know you're hopeless without me.” She joked, sticking her tongue out at the princess. Isabella smiled in response. “Fine, fine. But you must promise me, that if it gets to dangerous, you'll return here.” The two were facing each other now, both practically at equal height; Myriana was a bit taller. “I promise.” She said, bowing before the princess. “Now, let's get you out of here before anyone notices anything.”
The priestess led her friend through to the back of the church, taking a moment to pause in front of the stairwell that took them to their destination. Myriana looked back at Isabella, who immediately could figure what her best friend wanted. “Don't worry, I'll explain everything once we get out of here.” She reassured. Nodding in response, Myriana led them both down the steps to the basement.
“Now, what exactly is down here?” Isabella asked. “Well, it's not much really. We just keep history records down here, since you know; no one goes to libraries anymore. And, there's a useful escape route that the previous clergy made back in the wars years ago.” Isabella nodded. “Though, is the route still traversable? I mean, if it was made years ago, don't you think it would've caved in by now?” Isabella had a lot of questions, it seemed. “Isabella, you needn't worry. I've taken all the necessary steps for us. You just need to follow me.” Myriana's statement had indeed calmed Isabella, but even so...she felt a sort of uneasiness about the whole thing. Maybe it was just the thoughts running through her mind.
Reaching downstairs, Myriana led them to the backmost part of the basement. The basement itself was rather well furnished, having a room for historical documents, another prayer room, and then the back room which was completely empty. Myriana stepped to the back left corner of the room, pressing a rather decayed part of the wall before tracing something in the air.
Isabella watched in amazement as the figures that Myriana's fingers traced began to take form. The language was old, something that Isabella herself could not discern. However, it was astonishing all the same. As she finished, Myriana looked back at her. “Well, let's get moving then.” Isabella was confused. Where was the passage? All she saw was walls. "Wait...I'm confused.” Her statement was simple, and to the point. Myriana giggled in response. She didn't speak, but simply walked through the decayed wall.
Getting the idea, Myriana walked up to the wall, carefully placing her hand against it. She felt no wall. Stepping through, Isabella looked at her friend in confusion. Isabella smiled. “I know, I know. But we need to get moving, no doubt your father has noticed that you're gone, and he's probably sending people out to look for you. We need to get moving.” Agreeing, Isabella and Myriana took off down the dimly lit path.
It would seem that Myriana wasn't too far off in her conjecture, as there was quite a commotion occurring at the Bolli family castle.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!” An old, gruff man looked rather irate towards the two guards that stood outside his daughter's empty chamber. Aging was apparent on his face, as he had rather heavy bags under his eyes, and his once black hair had become mostly gray. However, that by no means lessened his authority.
“It's just that sir! We don't know what happened! The guard's were switching shifts, and we didn't notice that she was gone!” The left guard spoke up, looking a bit less frightened than the one on the right, who was literally trembling in his armor. King Bolli was not happy. Not one bit. Rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes momentarily. “Well, search her room! Look for anything that could have hinted what happened.” He had calmed down a bit, though he was still very unhappy. How could his own daughter slip out from under his nose?
Turning on his heels, he proceeded back to his quarters. He needed to investigate this. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. but Isabella was the eldest daughter he had. And with his current health, he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to rule the kingdom. And with no other children, Isabella was really his only choice at a successful lineage. But now who would take over in his passing?
Distressed, the King sat down on his bed, before his bedside phone rang. Honestly, he didn't want to answer it...he just wasn't in the mood for speaking to anyone. But still, he didn't let many people know of this line...so it must've been an important phone call...
“Hello?”
The person on the other end seemed rather frantic in their speaking, as not even the king could make out what they were saying. When they finished, the King spoke. “I'm going to need you to slow down when your speaking...I can't understand you.” His voice was dull and low. He just wanted to go out and look for his daughter, but this was holding him up.
“Your lordship! The court in Sector Four...all the judges, the police squads...they've been murdered!”
The King had to stop himself from dropping the phone. First his daughter, and now the courts? What was going on here? “Well, what other information do you have?” He asked.
And so, the officer explained everything. They'd even managed to gather the minutes that were recorded during the trial. However, none of the people in the court were able to confirm them, as they had all been killed. “Well, what about the people watching? Can't you contact them?” His voice had suddenly become frantic. “We can't sir. We don't know who was watching the trial, and after examining the scene, we've found no traces of blood, or even a struggle. Whoever did this managed to do an amazing job cleaning up.”
Perfect. Just perfect. “Well, just go on the leads you have for now. I'll send an official down in the morning to check your progress.” And with that, he hung up the phone. Really, he was getting too old for this...
The first of the three to arrive at the airship was - strangely enough - Kenjiro. Despite the fact that he was “impaired” as Ardon has so tactfully put it, he seemed to be able to get to their destination first. Sitting down against the side (hull?) of the airship, he took a moment to catch his breath...
The past few days had really taken a lot out of him. And while he was known for his endurance, he was still human, and after a while, stress caught up with you... He heaved a few breaths, wiping the sweat from his forehead...
He needed a vacation.
“Kenjiro?”
The feminine voice caught him by surprise, and he felt a bit ashamed that he hadn't noticed her presence before. “Oh, it's only you, Clairvyn.” He said, smiling up at her. From down on the ground, he really felt miniscule compared to her towering and commanding figure.
“It's only me?” She kicked the man lightly. “That's the thanks I get for saving your life?” Scowling at him, she folded her arms underneath her chest. “I don't know what I'm going to do with you men. You and Ardon are both hopeless.” She complained, rubbing her temples. “Speaking of Ardon...where is he? He was the one who landed this contraption, shouldn't he have been the first one here?” Kenjiro shrugged. Honestly, he hadn't a clue as to where their third wheel was. And he was too tired to even attempt to sense the guy out.
And, of course, as if on call...
“Hey my comrades!” The abnormally cheery Ardon strolled up to the pair, swigging down another bottle of alcohol. Clairvyn was not amused. “Dammit Ardon, where did you get that?” Ardon smiled. "Well, little miss demon lady, I bought it!” He paused to hiccup. In this instant, Clairvyn took the opportunity to smack Ardon across the head. “You idiot! We were supposed to be sneaking out! Not buying alcohol! Do you realize that they've probably got guards crawling around looking for us?!”
Ardon frowned at the woman. “Do ya think I'm stupid or somefin'?!” He asked, the alcohol finally taking a toll on his system. “I 'ad someone buy it fer me, o' course.” He smiled, feeling rather proud of his accomplishment. Or maybe that was the alcohol affecting his system. Nobody really knew. Clairvyn shook her head before shooting Kenjiro an “You-see-what-I-mean?” look.
“Ugh, man, I dun' feel 'ood.” Ardon clutched his mouth rather suggestively, and his two companions backed up, just in time to have Ardon spew his bodily fluids onto the the grass below them. “Oh come on! You can't even hold your liquor?! What kind of man are you?!” Clairvyn seethed as Ardon stumbled his way to the ladder that led up to the deck of the ship. “Ngehmph...” Was all Ardon could muster in response.
“Do you think you can fly that thing?” Kenjiro finally spoke up, wondering exactly how adept Ardon was when under the influence. Sure, he was a bit of a drunkard, but he knew to draw the line. And Kenjiro didn't want to risk having to emergency land an airship at such a crucial time. Not to mention that he had no idea how to fly the darn contraption either.
Kenjiro wasn't what you'd call “technologically inclined.” Ardon stumbled back to the edge of the deck, before staring at the two of them. “Ya kno' Ken...ya's prolly right...” He paused, hiccuping once again. “We's probably gunna rest up fo' the night, and 'ead out' in da morn'...” His speech was getting more slurred by the second. How strong was Gastnich alcohol anyway?
Clairvyn sighed. “Dammit dammit dammit.” She seemed to be cursing rather profusely, a trait that only showed itself when the woman was quite upset. Taking this into consideration, Kenjiro piped up once more. “Y'know, I think I'll handle setting up camp. Clairvyn, you see if you can get some sort of protective barrier around this thing. And Ardon...” He looked up at the mechanic, watching as he swung rather childishly from the ladder rungs, singing: “I'm king of da woooooooorld~” repeatedly. “Just...get down from there.”
Now Kenjiro was getting a headache.
Meanwhile, Isabella and Myriana were still moving through the catacombs beneath the city. “How long is this place anyway?” Isabella inquired to a rather irate Myriana. Honestly, the woman asked so many questions. Not that there was anything wrong with being knowledgable, but there was a limit, wasn't there?
“Exactly two and three quarter miles. We've been walking about about a half hour, so I'd say we're about finished.” Honestly, if it was just Isabella trying to escape, this would've gotten a lot faster, but having to guide an extra person slowed her down... “Oh, good...because this place reeks, and I seriously need a bath.” Myriana's face twisted into an expression of disgusting agreement. This place did indeed smell quite bad, and she could tell from the scent of her friend. She definitely did need a shower.
There stroll continued in a strange silence, which actually began to weird Myriana out a bit. She kept checking behind herself to make sure that Isabella was actually there. Could she have read her thoughts about the annoying questions? No, Isabella didn't have any of those ridiculous powers. Or else she would've known. After all, Myriana was her best friend. What didn't they know about each other?
As they came upon the exit of the catacombs, Myriana led them up some steps into a sort of decrepit mausoleum just on the outskirts of the city. All the tombs that it had originally housed had been uprooted and moved to the cemeteries within Gastnich itself, and this building had simply been left to rot. Just went to show how much they respected their ancestors.
The two of them walked out the building, with Isabella immediately exclaiming in joy. “Man, it feels great to be out of that rat hole!” Stretching, she looked over at Myriana, who was apparently preoccupied with a strange scene on the far opposite end of them. “Myriana, what are you staring at?” Isabella looked at her friend, then in the direction of her eyes. She couldn't see anything, really.
“I can feel something...or rather, some things. From over there. People, I think...3 of them.” Isabella looked at her friend, a bit confused. “O-kay, miss clairvoyant. Whatever you say...” Shrugging it off, Isabella looked around, shifting her weight a little bit. “Well, guess we'd better get a move on. We're gonna need to find a place to shack up for the night. And we sure can't go back in town.”
Myriana nodded. “If we head north, there's a small little village that I'm sure will-” Her sentence was cut short with the sound of what seemed like a bullet whizzing past her head, hitting a pillar of the mausoleum and wedging itself within the cement. Isabella instantly looked frightened.
“Wh-what was that?!” She exclaimed, her hand instantly moving to the sword at her side. Myriana looked at the bullet, and back into the distance... Who was that?
“Dammit Ardon!” Clairvyn held the man by his throat against the side of the ship, staring him dead in the eyes. “Don't you think before you do anything?” She received only a chuckle in response. “Well, don'tcha fink we should be on our guard?” His voice was strained beneath the woman's grip, and the alcohol in his system didn't help his speech. Miraculously, they seemed to be able to understand him. “Wut if dey're guard comin' fer us?” Ardon explained.
Clairvyn sighed, letting the man go, turning away from him as he fell to the ground coughing. Kenjiro sighed. “Well, it looks like the two of 'em are coming.” He murmured, loosening up his muscles. “Clairvyn, you work more on that barrier. I'll see who they are...”
Without even waiting on Clairvyn's protest, he continued out into the open, walking rather swiftly towards the two souls he could sense. However, when he came upon the two of them, he had to resist the urge to scream in shock.
“Princess Isabella?”
