His arrival to this sophisticated civilization was a shock to both himself and the people who had witnessed it. He had broken- well more like crashed through an object that was leaking some form of weak mana through and there were plenty of furious looking people standing around him that Emil assumed were guards by their attire (that and they mentioned something about arresting him). Emil had taken the opportunity in the confusion to run away from the chaos he unintentionally caused as many were still dazed.
He wasn’t sure how long he ran for, but the streets were still bursting at the seams with humans as he wiggled his way through, only bumping into a few people. He dully noted the change of the scenery as the streets looked slightly less well kept compared to where he had started running from. To him it was hard to tell if this was considered a “lower class” area or not as everyone still looked well dressed as he ran past.
By the time he had managed to stop for a moment to breathe he was cornered in a dead end like a rat. The guards looked like they had doubled in numbers or that was just because his vision was starting to fail him from the lack of adrenaline and oxygen pumping through him. Regardless, the guards all had their weapons pointed at Emil and he really was in no shape to fight any of them.
“ Please, go away! I don’t want to hurt anyone! ” He managed to squeak out as one hand pressed against the stone wall behind him and one hand ready to go for his blade. He’d only fight if it was absolutely necessary, but he truly had no reason to fight or harm any of these humans. Emil wouldn’t even blame them if they thought he were a monster or something of equal value after all he did damage their property.
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