After Dynas’s foray into Knight territory, he gave the Blues exactly three minutes and twelve seconds to fix him up before he was too restless to stay still another moment. Fixing his sword belt around his waist again, he left to relieve a couple of scouts along the western edge of camp. He scoped out the area, its trees and bushes, rocks and stumpy hills before wedging himself into the ditch reserved for Cold North watchdogs.
That is, until he heard the crackle of a branch snapping.
He was positioned too far away from the camp to be hearing sounds from within it, so he slowly slid his knee up and pushed himself into a crouch, scanning the territory before him. Soon it would be impossible for anyone to see his own hand in front of his face, but while the moon was still high above the sparse foliage in this area, he could see quite well. And if he couldn’t, he’d simply light up the darkness himself. Slinking silently across the uneven terrain, moving from tree to stone, he soon caught sight of the intruder, her blond hair lit in the moonlight along with the armor of a Knight. Dynas wouldn’t be able to pull his sword on her and keep her from doing the same unless, on some minuscule chance, she happened to walk right up next to him, so he decided to take a more direct approach. He had never been a patient man, anyway.
Stepping out from behind the tree, he called, “You’re a little far from home, aren’t you? Not that I don’t understand wanting to get a good look at our beautiful selves, tried that myself earlier. Sadly my presence wasn’t welcome, either.” Dynas held his arms out from his sides, palm up. His body and mind were still wired from his narrow escape from the Goodlands camp, so it took only a blink of an eye for fire to dance into existence above his palms, flames spitting and jerking, ready to burn, burn, burn.
The Mancer’s sudden appearance sent Lareasa straight into defense mode, not that she hadn’t already been defensive. One hand rested on the hilt of her sword, the other slipped around to her water bag and opened it as discreetly as she could.
She took a few seconds to examine the man, looking for weakness and strengths to see what her odds would be if she couldn’t get out of this. He was larger than her for sure, both in height and in muscle mass. So fighting by magic would probably be the better option when considering that. However, Mancers were almost always specially trained in how to use their magic to an extend that Knights would never be able to. Considering she had no idea what kind of magic he had, it made it hard to judge if fighting by magic would be better than with sword.
Then there was his statement.
His words unnerved her. It was the kind of statement she herself would have made. Or really any of her friends would say something like that. Had she not seen the Mancer she would have thought it was Absarc or Pastew messing with her. With that in mind, her automatic response was something of equal sass, but she wasn’t sure if saying it would piss him off. Either way he was going to attack her at some point so no need in staying quiet and regretting not saying this. “Yeah, I totally came here to look at attractive people,” she said, her voice full of sarcasm “and I must say it turned out to be a huge disappointment and a waste of a trip.”
