The man, who evidently hadn't been paying attention, was quite miffed with the young mage. The armored man with black hair and a buckler on his arm stared at Cyrus menacingly. He was quite a bit taller than the short mage, "Watch where you're going shorty!"
That comment riled Cyrus up. His eyebrow began to twitch as he spoke, "Hey now... I was in a bad mood already... and you went and called me shorty... I'll kill you!" he shouted, charging at the older man with his sword. The man raised his shield to block the incoming attack. He then knocked the sword out of Cyrus's hands and lifted the young mage off the ground by his wrists.
"Listen shorty, where are you going?"
"Why should I tell you?" asked the Cloud-Make mage as he struggled to get free.
"Because you're in no position to talk back," he said, causing the mage to give up struggling. "Don't tell me your going to Beanstalk Village," he said putting the mage down and placing his hand over his eyes.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"There's a plague on the crops. I didn't tell the villagers for sake of freaking them out, but it's being caused by some weird demons, their acting in secrecy right now, but a mage like you, your a mage aren't you, with that tattoo on your hand, anyways a mage like you could force them to appear just by showing up. Besides that their way too powerful for just some mage to deal with." Cyrus smiled as the raven-haired man rambled, "Just stop now and turn back." The Cloud-Make mage dashed around the man and ran as fast as he could to the village. "Wait! Hey... ah whatever." The man walked away.