A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.
One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.
He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.
Blake nodded and watched he left. A guard had brought his horse to him. He looked at Crispin in fear but awe as well.
Elsa could feel the metal of her cuffs begin to freeze. She watched carefully in hopes she’d have enough time to break them and run.
Crispin is at the summit of the mountain and leaves the horse. He heads down on his own, climbing down usibgva goat path that gives a better sniping position.
Elsa hears a Creek of the medal beginning to give way. She concentrates even more focus into it.
Yelling erupts from outside, a splatter of dark against the tent side. The man on the ground…is evidentskly missing part of his chest.
Crispin does the bolt, firing again. The round enters the stomach of a running Faunus. He drops and rolls to a stop six feet from a gun emplacement. Crispin reloacates positions.
Elsa freed one of her hands. Metal clinking onto the ground. She moved her free hand to the other shackle to pick up the pace. Causing it too to shatter. She stood up and pinned a Faunus to a wall with ice shards scaring him more then hurting him. She put her hands out in defense ready to attack at a moments notice.
A Faunus flies by Elsa, Crispin grabbing Elsa and starting to walk out. He intentionally takes her away from where he gored his way in. “Try not to be too mad at me. I had to impose martial law.”
Elsa felt him grab her. She looked at him, “You did what?!” She asked. “I’m not mad but when did you get back?! And I saw the tape. I just hope those you killed deserved it” She said as he rushed them both out.
Suddenly she hunched over and leaned against the wall. “C-crispin….” she murmured and put her hand to her baby bump.
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