Closed with @stxrmapper
The routine was simple, there were those that could not afford going away from the little safety their homes could provide, and he was one of the few in the area willing to shield them from the dangers around, go gather supplies here and there, a routine that would persist for longer than he ever would think.
Every so often he’d see people attacked, by the outside dangers, wild animals, bandits, but he never had issues in helping protect them. Needless to say, there were greater dangers that would target people like him, risen. And perhaps today it was his turn to deal with one of these dangers.
While he had the chance to run away, there was something much more dire, someone else being attacked, Warlords were not known for being merciful, on the contrary, and this unfair fight would be a solitary death if he didn’t try intervening. And so, gathering his void light, he jumped in to defend the smaller one.
In a sense, it was luck, he knew if he’d been the one to encounter the Warlord, he’d be in a similar situation, beaten and on the ground. Now however, there was an objective and it was to fight and protect, which he did, taking hit after hit, shot after shot. Despite the heavy hits taken, the enemy was not without scratch, and eventually, through pain and exhaustion, Masador came victorious, the crushed remains of a Ghost laid in his hand.
He huffed, looking at the other before limping towards him, he could feel the warmth of blood pool within the inside of his armor, and while he would have loved to have his Ghost help heal him, out in the open like this didn’t feel safe in the slightest.
“Hey.” He finally called out, hoping that the Exo was conscious. “Are... Are you alright?” Was his question, right after, he had to kneel, take a moment to breathe.
“We have to go somewhere safe soon.”
