Retrieving The Package [Aera & Ezra Job]

This second job had him thinking of Ezra and Aera, for the youth had been surprised a little when their first job had been completely smooth, taking down a murderer although it was possible he had never envisioned himself doing such a thing. Forming at the back of his throat it spread across, treelike roots hardening his esophagus his hand moved upwards to massage it away, doubt and worry had caused a lump of emotion to form, the trust he held in his mentor had not diminished yet since then he had been conflicted, the past few days had passed in a somber fashion with a sunken field of mud enveloping his mind in murky thoughts. The slight expression of anxiety carved lines of worry into his face, the thought patterns he had been experiencing recently weren't adequate, traversing terrain his impression of things lately whipped from black to white with the slightest breeze, the youths optimism kept him hoping that his stalk wouldn't snap under such pressure.

Would their current job encompass such a moment again? He had to drag himself out of such moments. Fingers threaded his back arched stretching back, a blank slate his face calmed, after accepting such control he let a soft smile wrap across his face, he had to be happy after all. With his mentor and fellow mentee here the two of them would continue to bloom into ripe blossoms ready for the harshest winter. "No not scared, merely cautious~" Words trailed off, leaving a finished sentence sounding empty. The inner turmoil and self analysis had been incalculable, yet the glass cleared up when he went to look at others. Aera seemed a little brutish at times, yet by no means was she an imbecile. Vision caught her slight movements, a bare spring flower being the first to strike through the earth she had readied her blade. Quick to react seemed a little nice to put it, drawing back up from her blade the slight grin of comprehension drew back his lips. From details he had come across he was convinced she would start off the fight, and by no means was she a bad fighter. Half a step taken back his had no reason to add to the wild forest of weaponry, with each second that passed another body fell as the mass of bandits thinned. Content with letting her elope in the midst of foe he only had need to draw a blade when a stray had made a move to prowl from behind. Many underestimated knives, yet as he managed to elbow the fellow in the throat the blade had sunk under his knee cap, without a reason to plunge it in deeper the trusty object the youth slid back into his relaxed standing position.

A few remained, he had edged forward, silent and smooth his movements seemed natural as the scattered opposers lay broken with their eyes trained upon Aera as she questioned. It hung in the air momentarily, each of the opposition hoping another would speak. Words caught in his throat one spoke with a hesitation that could had been incompetence. "Merely bandits! Just small ones at that- our loot is taken back to base"  Stubble and ages, the weathered skin of the speaker indicated his age was at least 35, perhaps closing on 40. His mellowed gaze slid over to the degenerate, like a soft watermelon which was intoxicating and sweet he bathed the middle aged man in a noxious stare. "You mention a base, but you don't elaborate. Would you mind telling us the location?"  Pity for the lower class seeped into his voice, the inclination of the female by his side probably urged her to slaughter the rest. It would be unfortunate if that happened.
Glided down a map had been produced, one of the others had hurriedly snatched it from a bag and thrown it towards them. Plucking it up from the ground creases smoothed out Lester had held it by the corner for Aera to glance over, "It all seems in order, we shouldn't kill them." Laid across the word kill thick emphasis eased his meaning into the word. Killing wouldn't be right, however surely the bandits would be able to survive with the odd loss of limb.