The group began moving again at their usual walking pace. However, walking was not a sufficient amount of movement to work off this drowsiness and full stomach. Ezra walked with both hands in his pants' pockets with his back hunched over, and took big, clumsy steps. He seemed more like a slob than an adapt mage when he was tired.
Ezra yawned, holding his hand across from his stretched mouth before Tia would speak to him again.
"Films, eh? Haven't seen one of those in years, I tell 'ya... where I come from, we didn't have none of the technology that y'all grew up with. Just books, each other, and whatever you could find outside. Last one I saw was about a superhero saving a town from a great evil.
Years ago!" He grinned whilst scratching his beard. The man wasn't as savvy as others were with technology, he was quite late on the parade. But not many people who nag him about it. Compared to other nations, Fiore doesn't use that much technology. They embrace magic more. - Then what came to mind next was the use of the word
blimp. Ezra wasn't quite sure what a blimp was, but knew the word was associated was some massive aircraft.
Ezra paused and stroked his chin,
Am I speaking to a rich girl? Oh dear... he thought to himself. He was less a person who judges a person by their wealth, and more the type who compares himself
with those people as opposed to judging them. That being said, despite speaking in a broken English and slang, his family was actually relatively wealthy. Well, his Mother at least. He certainly didn't
live like a man who was wealthy, his Mother kept all of it to herself for "parental reasons". She, apparently, didn't want to spoil him. Whether or not she gave his siblings something was unknown to him, but he certainly didn't see a jewel of his family wealth since childhood. Not that he was complaining. He was always a man of hard work, and he and his Mother still had a very good relationship. But, they haven't talked in a while. . .
"Hey now," Ezra joked,
"it happens, don't it? 'Fallin 'n stuff.
Besides, you were as light as a chicken feather. If I weren't awake, I wouldn't be able to tell if you fell on me 'er not! Heh-heh." he insisted in response to Tia.
Ezra would cackle, Tia would flush up a rosy red for no apparent reason, the couple behind them smiled warmly. It was a warm group in high spirits. But that warmness would soon be greeted with malice and contempt. The raven haired man was completely aware of this, but continued to smile gleefully, and kept walking. Of course, he would none lay a hand on his clients, but he didn't feel a need to engage unless they engaged first. That is exactly how he felt and that is exactly what he'd do.
However, that didn't seem to be the case for Tia. Chai had stopped her, and spewed out a whole jumble of Old English, which took Ezra a while to translate. He counted on his fingers how many words he didn't understand, as it began to pile up on his entire hand. Ezra sulked before ignoring the speech and focusing his attention on the situation.
He sighed and stretched his back, smelling the air,
Mmm... five... no, eight enemies. All of which are below my power levels. Hm. I guess I'll do what she doesn't. Ezra concluded. He did want to do as little as possible, but also guaranteeing the safety of his clients. Perhaps that was selfish, or perhaps he just wanted to observe Tia and her combative behavior. Time would answer this question soon enough.
Tia was quick to get rid of the three beasts, Ezra watching in awe, but found herself surrounded by mischievous crooks. Ezra sharpened his gaze and frowned, clearly very upset with the men and women who would attempt to rob or harm them.
"Y'all have some nerves to come up these mountains and shamelessly attempt to harm little girls and older men and women. Scum ain't above thievery, but I'd hope that you'd have some standards of who you rob..." Ezra scowled, an icy mist covering the area as a gigantic magic circle appeared behind him. The ground shook, and rising from the circle was a seventy-five meter tall knight, covered in icy armor, and within it's helmet and in between plates was nothing but darkness. It would kneel on one knee, but slowly begin to rise with it's great sword in hand, raising it and wielding it as if it were about to swing.
"But if that's how we're doing things, you'd 'ought to pick on someone 'er own size, aye lads?" Ezra grumbled. Although his words were jolly, his expression and eyes were
not. There was a look of intense disgust in his eyes, an intense
anger.
"Tear'em a new one, Black Knight!"Under those words, the knight stood on both feet, at full height, and lifted his sword high up into the air. By this point, the bandits already took off running. But soon after they began to run, the summon had smashed their blade down into the earth, cracking and shattering it in such a way where it projected forward, directly in the retreating bandits' paths, but also in such it way where it avoided Tia and the group.
The bandits screamed as the earth crumbled before their feet, and their unconscious bodies were lifted into the airs, then back down onto the rough dirt and stone. Some were unconscious before the earth crumbled before them, really. The blast of wind that struck them when the blade touched the ground knocked the
winds out of them.
When silence fell, one could look up and find a pile of dirt, stone, and the unconscious bodies of bandits. Ezra sighed, a chilly mist escaping with each breath. The Black Knight remained motionless, awaiting orders. Ezra looked over to Tia with a rather solemn, tender expression,
"You okay,
lassie? Didn't mean to hurt'cha if I did."WC: 4,060/2,500 (WC COMPLETE)