Stirring Up Trouble Indeed
Tylluan watches the situation from above. There's nervous fear from the townsfolk. Many nearby have grabbed improvised weapons while still hiding and huddling behind booths (and in storefronts). The priests... were a mishmosh. It took him a moment to organize them into groups, not including the attacker, leader, runner, and... trinket guy.
A trio were hanging back (group A), two with iron rods that could be weapons, held up like maces. Two others (group B) were grabbing at the man attacking the leader(?) of the group. And two others (group C) were panicking nearby him, scrambling back... while the last held up some sort of... thing, frozen in the moment.
A handful of others were running over (group D), while the other one was fleeing...
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And then there was Light. He steps forwards, Dolph and Hugh protecting the wares while the chef takes charge...
"Wh-wha?" One of the panicked priests (of group C) stammers at him. The other one next to him is fumbling for his own (improvised?) rod, held in some kind of side-thigh sheathe. That alone Light could note as strange. There was something else as well, something like a toolbelt around their waists... but instead of heavy tools hanging off of it, strange objects were clasped to pouches.
He is, however, backing up quickly. "S-sorry."
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Rosa takes the moment to charge in. The attacking priest, grabbing at their leader, was pale and distraught. And he is completely not expecting getting slugged in the face. His head snaps back, and then he goes limp. There's a muffled gasp from the priests holding him, barely managing their shock, and they pull him back and down.
Their (impromptu?) leader staggers a bit as he's released, stumbling. Everyone jerks back, the clamor dying to a moment of silence... even the pale priest (with trinket) staggers back and stops, hands still frozen with the thing.
As the priests are moving, shaking off the shock and momentary panick, the leader turns to look towards Rosa. "Well, thank you..." His words trail off as he stares at her a moment, and then squints suddenly. "Wait, you aren't, are y-"
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From above, Tylluan can see the state of the town, people hushed and nervous. The docks as well... where there's a new ship, an ebony-wooded, fast-looking craft, looking remarkably intact compared to the ragged one he took to get there... and faster, more whole than another new ship... a large vessel that has maroon sails with patterns like the priests'.
His attention is pulled back to the market. Something catches his sharp eye. Spinning reflections of light on the surface of the walls, moving wildly, like a prism or mirror...?
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There is a sudden flash of green-blue light, coming from what seems like everywhere. A ringing sound, like metal striking metal, fills their ears. The blinding flash is caught by Tylluan, but his vision recovers fastest.
On the ground there's a muffled shout, someone tackling into one of the priests (from group D). Other priest, one with a rod (of group A), is swinging it wildly, making inarticulate noises. One of his friends is on the ground, rod held above his head as he cowers and... sobs?
Vision returns quickly to Light and Rosa just as the sounds hit. The leader starts making a shrieking noise, like a person in pain, swinging his fist furiously and catching the priest with the trinket in the chin, spilling him over.
The very man Light was talking to doesn't react to this sudden violence. He's simply standing there... staring off at the distance... while his other companion rubs his eyes and grabs him by the shoulder, shaking him a little.
Hugh is gripping the wares, shivering and pale, while Dolph stands near him with the fiercest expression on his face. But Light can see confusion in his eyes...
And Light catches sounds of noises from the market stalls. Murmurs of fear, a shout somewhere...
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