The Grand Adventure(s?) (OPEN) (IC)

[Jakarta]

Fanaka deftly dodged the sword swung down on him before hitting the cultist's head, knocking him down cold. The shaman quickly turned left and cast out an arcane heavy energy bolt from his hand that hit another cultist in the chest, throwing him back until he crashed into a pile of crates.

"Alright, that's enough!"

The voice of Orisa yelling in the midst of the bloody fighting prompted Fanaka to turn to the source. He found her stood haggardly yet with utmost confidence and determination on her face, while the leader of the cult was lying on the ground, possibly unconscious due to the lack blood flowing from her body. It was obvious that Orisa had just won a rather tough fight with the cultist leader. At the same time, every cultist in the area seemed to forget about their enemies and instead were turned their attention to the Isijamese girl, who stood victorious over their leader.

"Your leader is knocked out and lost!" Orisa yelled again. "Stop fighting now and give yourselves up! There's no need for further blood-"

"MASTER ADELYN IS DOWN!"

"SAVE OUR LEADER!"

"KILL THAT BITCH!"

In an instant, nearly all cultists in the vicinity became really mad at Orisa, more than a dozen turning their murderous intention on her instead and charged towards the girl.

"Shit!" Realizing Orisa was in grave danger and greatly outnumbered, Fanaka hastily gathered magical energy into his hand, charging up for an overpowered Wind Blast spell to knock the charging cultists away from her.

But before the Isijamese shaman could cast his spell, multiple arrows were embedded into the cultists back and neck, killing them before they hit the ground. Fanaka turned around to find the person responsible for the brief rain of arrows and found multiple individuals instead. Standing on the roofs of two warehouses were Baron Falkenstein's bodyguards, the elite Drachenburg Archers.

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Wait, if Falkenstein's bodyguards were here, then that meant...

"FANAKA!"

A female voice loudly called his name from above. He turned his gaze to the source and found his other companion, Andrea, jumped down from the roof and landed on a stack of crates before hopping down to the ground.

"Sorry, we're late!" Andrea huffed after she got herself next to him before panting. She looked pretty worn out, as though she ran all the way to here from the inn where the Falkensteins were staying.

Orisa sighed as what looked like the Falkenstein's Guards has suddenly arrived. Putting the adventurer at ease once more. "Take her boys." She said to the armored guards, looking at the downed head adventurer of the group. She sat down, resting for a bit as Madame Falkenstein was finally freed from her bonds by the other group of adventurers, she looked around for Roxanne, and, not finding her. She shrugged and left it for a bit, there's more important things to consider right now, namely, the disappearance of Khosrow from her group.

Walking towards Fanaka, Orisa greeted her, "say, can I talk to lady Falkenstein for a bit? I need to garner some information regarding a friend of mine, he looks like he was taken into this warehouse district, and it seems that Falkenstein may have seen her."

 

[sneakykitten]

Roxy shape-shifted back into an altered human woman. She stretched her wings and her back. She saw the Archers arrive. Sometimes she had read romanticized stories about their order as a street girl in her youth, envying their skill with such an elegant weapon, yet knowing her path was that of a mage. She stood somewhere nearby. Mostly silent. If anybody looked her way she'd nod to them or say 'Greetings' quietly. She didn't wanna disturb Miss Orisa while she was working.

 

[Chatokay]

The Barbarians groans, having lost his bearing for a few moment because of the stabbing. Thankfully the blow didn't get to any vital organs, but he was still losing a lot of blood, which could still prove fatal if not taken care of.
grunting, he get up to his feet, walking to a fallen cultist nearby to rip off a piece of his robe, using it as a makeshift bandage. It would slow the bleeding a bit, but it would be far than enough. Seems his pride will have to take a backseat in the immediate future. "I can use some help…" he growls.

 

[sneakykitten]

The Barbarians groans, having lost his bearing for a few moment because of the stabbing. Thankfully the blow didn't get to any vital organs, but he was still losing a lot of blood, which could still prove fatal if not taken care of.
grunting, he get up to his feet, walking to a fallen cultist nearby to rip off a piece of his robe, using it as a makeshift bandage. It would slow the bleeding a bit, but it would be far than enough. Seems his pride will have to take a backseat in the immediate future. "I can use some help…" he growls.

"Of course. Please hold still." Roxanne approached the bandaged Barbarian. Placing her hands above the wound.

"Hmph. It looks bad. Hopefully this does the trick." Roxanne scrunched up her face a bit and concentrated. Releasing a soothing energy that spread into the stab wound. Knitting flesh closed without even a scar.

Roxanne stepped back. Nodding her head slightly in respect.

 

[Chatokay]

"Of course. Please hold still." Roxanne approached the bandaged Barbarian. Placing her hands above the wound.

"Hmph. It looks bad. Hopefully this does the trick." Roxanne scrunched up her face a bit and concentrated. Releasing a soothing energy that spread into the stab wound. Knitting flesh closed without even a scar.

Roxanne stepped back. Nodding her head slightly in respect.

The Barbarian take a deep breath, still filling a bit dizzy, but the pain was gone. "Thank you" he growls, a bit of respect, but just a bit in his voice, as he pass his hand behind his back, before frowning, again passing his hand behind hi back, as if to search for something, before realisation dawned on it, his brows raising up as he look to Roxanne. "No… no scar ?", the sadness and disappointment clearly in his voice.

 

[t-dugong]

Jeffrey slowly made his way down from the rooftops of the adjoining building. "I'm glad the Archers came through. All's well that ends well, eh? Also, thank you for not shooting at me, fellas!"

 

[Jakarta]

Roxy shape-shifted back into an altered human woman. She stretched her wings and her back. She saw the Archers arrive. Sometimes she had read romanticized stories about their order as a street girl in her youth, envying their skill with such an elegant weapon, yet knowing her path was that of a mage. She stood somewhere nearby. Mostly silent. If anybody looked her way she'd nod to them or say 'Greetings' quietly. She didn't wanna disturb Miss Orisa while she was working.

The Barbarian take a deep breath, still filling a bit dizzy, but the pain was gone. "Thank you" he growls, a bit of respect, but just a bit in his voice, as he pass his hand behind his back, before frowning, again passing his hand behind hi back, as if to search for something, before realisation dawned on it, his brows raising up as he look to Roxanne. "No… no scar ?", the sadness and disappointment clearly in his voice.

Jeffrey slowly made his way down from the rooftops of the adjoining building. "I'm glad the Archers came through. All's well that ends well, eh? Also, thank you for not shooting at me, fellas!"

Orisa did notice that Jeffrey and The Barbarian were seemingly coming out of the woodworks, but decided to ignore their presence for now. She has business with lady Falkenstein first.

Orisa sighed as what looked like the Falkenstein's Guards has suddenly arrived. Putting the adventurer at ease once more. "Take her boys." She said to the armored guards, looking at the downed head adventurer of the group. She sat down, resting for a bit as Madame Falkenstein was finally freed from her bonds by the other group of adventurers, she looked around for Roxanne, and, not finding her. She shrugged and left it for a bit, there's more important things to consider right now, namely, the disappearance of Khosrow from her group.

Walking towards Fanaka, Orisa greeted her, "say, can I talk to lady Falkenstein for a bit? I need to garner some information regarding a friend of mine, he looks like he was taken into this warehouse district, and it seems that Falkenstein may have seen her."

"Uhh, sure, go for it." Fanaka responded, the young Isijamese woman surprised at her seeming openness to the idea of her just talking with the noble. She slowly approached the noble lady, now dusting off her dress and guarded by her guards. Orisa did a curtsy one would typically do when greeting a Centralian noble, and she introduced herself.

"Greetings Lady Falkenstein, my name is Orisa Ngkazikiwe an Isijamese Adenturer in search for a friend of mine who was taken from me. I have heard of rumours that a good friend of mine, an adventurer originating from the Great Dividing Desert named Khosrow was taken, and he was supposedly last seen here. Pray tell, do you know where he might be now? He wears a hood and has several robed clothing to indicate his origins."

The Noblelady, now paying full attention towards Orisa's question, is seemingly occupied with something else, her closed eyes after Orisa's question was then followed with her looking intently on the Isijamese adventurer.

"Yes, I know where he is, normally, I would ask you to give me a favour in return for this information, but considering the circumstances, I am willing to give this for free. I think that your good friend Khosrow might be going to the docks as I speak, not the ones near the Warehouse district, but the ducks quite a ways away from here. I did see him walk past me during my captivity, and he is followed by a rather peculiar looking woman, one with red eyes that I cannot for the life of me forget. You might wanna hurry, considering that woman might be a bit too occupied with bringing that man with her."

The Noblelady then bid her goodbyes, sure to give Orisa and the other adventurers several pouches filled with gold coins for their services, before she then departed with her guards. The Isijamese warrior, now armed with that knowledge, went towards the Barbarian, Jeffrey and Roxanne. "You heard what she said right? Let's go then, to the other docks, we have a Khosrow and a certain Red Eyed woman to catch."

 

[t-dugong]

"The other docks? Oh dear, seems like some high muckety-muck's been playing naughty games. Those docks are reserved for the nobles and the Empire's diplomatic corps," Jeffrey exclaimed.

 

[Jakarta]

"The other docks? Oh dear, seems like some high muckety-muck's been playing naughty games. Those docks are reserved for the nobles and the Empire's diplomatic corps," Jeffrey exclaimed.

"Ah, fuck." Orisa responded, "still, we have to go there somehow, and I think I have a way in, a bit dependent on luck, but this is the only chance we got."

"Also, aren't you supposed to stay in the hotel room? What happened?"

 

[t-dugong]

"Oh, the barbarian and I were bored, so we took a walk. Fairly enthusiastic walk at that. Funny we caught up with you, eh?" Jeffrey prevaricated.

 

[sneakykitten]

The Barbarian take a deep breath, still filling a bit dizzy, but the pain was gone. "Thank you" he growls, a bit of respect, but just a bit in his voice, as he pass his hand behind his back, before frowning, again passing his hand behind hi back, as if to search for something, before realisation dawned on it, his brows raising up as he look to Roxanne. "No… no scar ?", the sadness and disappointment clearly in his voice.

Roxanne let a small smile show on her normally expressionless face. It felt good to see the Barbarian in fighting shape again. But her smile faltered into a little frown when he expressed sadness and disappointment over not having a residual scar? Roxy thought it was a little odd, but, she snapped her fingers and the scar appeared on the small of his back where the back stab hit.

Roxanne sucked up the residual magic energy released from the wound to reveal the scar. It was like a shot of caffeine and she was a little more awake.

"You now have your scar Sir Barbarian. I'm... sorry about placing spells on the doors and windows of the hotel room." She confessed quietly.

"You heard what she said right? Let's go then, to the other docks, we have a Khosrow and a certain Red Eyed woman to catch."

"The other docks? Oh dear, seems like some high muckety-muck's been playing naughty games. Those docks are reserved for the nobles and the Empire's diplomatic corps," Jeffrey exclaimed.

"Red-Eyed Woman, Miss Orisa? I wonder if her eyes were a body alteration like my wings? I'd love to get the secret for that." Roxy talked, the last two bits more to herself, and then heard Mister Jeffrey speak.

Roxanne remained silent this time. She always envied nobility as a street kid, and gripped the handle of Mister Khosrow's staff-sword, trying to distract herself. She tapped her fingers on the handle.

 

[Chatokay]

"Oh, the barbarian and I were bored, so we took a walk. Fairly enthusiastic walk at that. Funny we caught up with you, eh?" Jeffrey prevaricated.

The Barbarian nods, "such a coincidence really"

"You now have your scar Sir Barbarian. I'm... sorry about placing spells on the doors and windows of the hotel room." She confessed quietly.

The Barbarian smiles slightly "Much better, for my people, scars show the value of a man" he explain, before nodding "I am sure the owner will accept your compensation for your mistake, he seems a fair enough man."

 

[razer666L]

The entire area of the Warehouse District was an absolute mess. It almost looked like a war zone with dozens of corpses laying around in their pool of blood. The only thing that was missing were scorch marks due to fire- or lightning-based spells and impact craters and debris by projectiles from catapults. More than twenty Côte Bleue city guards had arrived to apprehend several surviving cultists that either surrendered or knocked out. Both the unconscious Adelyn and her struggling second-in-command cultist rogue were among that were arrested.

While the Drachenburg Archers were escorting Lady Falkenstein to a carriage waiting for her just outside of the district's entrance, Orisa and her companions went to the other docks to find Khosrow. As the adventurers were running towards to that area, their movements was secretly watched by a hooded figure lying on the rooftop of one of the warehouses. His amber eyes with a scar over the right one followed them for a moment before he slid down the roof and landed on the ground behind the building.

Spoiler: Hooded figure [Large pic]

 

[Jakarta]

The entire area of the Warehouse District was an absolute mess. It almost looked like a war zone with dozens of corpses laying around in their pool of blood. The only thing that was missing were scorch marks due to fire- or lightning-based spells and impact craters and debris by projectiles from catapults. More than twenty Côte Bleue city guards had arrived to apprehend several surviving cultists that either surrendered or knocked out. Both the unconscious Adelyn and her struggling second-in-command cultist rogue were among that were arrested.

While the Drachenburg Archers were escorting Lady Falkenstein to a carriage waiting for her just outside of the district's entrance, Orisa and her companions went to the other docks to find Khosrow. As the adventurers were running towards to that area, their movements was secretly watched by a hooded figure lying on the rooftop of one of the warehouses. His amber eyes with a scar over the right one followed them for a moment before he slid down the roof and landed on the ground behind the building.

Spoiler: Hooded figure [Large pic]

The group finally reached the other docks, these docks already looking much cleaner. Much to the misfortune of the group though, as soon as they are about to enter, a group of knights halted their progress into it.

"Halt, commoners are not allowed inside here." They said.

"Ah crap. Here we go..." Orisa said, staring at the two Knights, their faces seemingly new in the scene. "Do you know who I am? You know that I work here right?"

"Unlikely, now move along. Or else." The guard dismisses her.

"You know that I won't be easily swayed, right?" Orisa said, looking at the guards unamused, she can easily feel the irritation she gave off to these men.

"Lady, if you don't want to get yourself knocked out into tomorrow, then I suggest that you-"

"HEY!"

The guards turned around, only to see themselves see yet another woman, this time, their face now turned towards respect.

"That's Orisa Ngkongkwe, daughter of the Ngkazikiwe Household, let her in, or I might as well report you to your commanding officer. You want your first day to be the day when you forbid entry to a Noble Woman?"

"N-no, I am sorry madame Indah, I will let miss Orisa in."

"Oh, and let my friends in as well." Orisa said, something which the guards reluctantly agreed as well.

As the group finally settled in, Orisa turned towards her bigger sister, and smiled.

"Well, I thought you'd be present here, but hello again Sis!"

Spoiler

I'll let you take over Indah @razer666L, lead the group towards Khosrow!

 

[razer666L]

"That's Orisa Ngkongkwe, daughter of the Ngkongkwe Household, let her in, or I might as well report you to your commanding officer. You want your first day to be the day when you forbid entry to a Noble Woman?"

"N-no, I am sorry madame Indah, I will let miss Orisa in."

"Oh, and let my friends in as well." Orisa said, something which the guards reluctantly agreed as well.

As the group finally settled in, Orisa turned towards her bigger sister, and smiled.

"Well, I thought you'd be present here, but hello again Sis!"

Indah pulled her younger twin sister in a tight hug. She was delighted to see Orisa again after they left their home a year ago and went their separate ways. Even though she had been able to keep a strict, sensible and confident persona to both her employees and clients, Indah felt a distinct loneliness throughout the time without Orisa at her side, even though she was always surrounded by friends and other members of her family. It could be due to them sharing a deep and unique bond as twins.

"It's so good to see you too, sis," Orisa murmured, greeting her warmly before she released her grip on Orisa and pulled back, looking up at the other with a gentle beaming smile. "So, what are you doing here, Ori?"

 

[Jakarta]

Indah pulled her younger twin sister in a tight hug. She was delighted to see Orisa again after they left their home a year ago and went their separate ways. Even though she had been able to keep a strict, sensible and confident persona to both her employees and clients, Indah felt a distinct loneliness throughout the time without Orisa at her side, even though she was always surrounded by friends and other members of her family. It could be due to them sharing a deep and unique bond as twins.

"It's so good to see you too, sis," Orisa murmured, greeting her warmly before she released her grip on Orisa and pulled back, looking up at the other with a gentle beaming smile. "So, what are you doing here, Ori?"

Orisa really enjoyed being hugged by Indah, these two had a very extensive history, a history of mutual friendship and of course, being siblings meant that they have spent a lot of time together when they were younger. Orisa reminisced on their shared memories, boarding on ships bound for Tanah Selatan, having to sleep together, sharing their warmth as the rocking of the ship put them to sleep, and the moment where they reached the island and having to haggle with traders as they try to sell their goods to whoever's interested.

It's a good memory, and Orisa reciprocated Indah's hug, it also helps that there are two rather big mounds pressing on her chest, reminds her when they were snuggled up tight on a ship's bed. Warm bodies pressing with each other, sharing body heat.

"Hey sis, it's nice to see you." Orisa greeted her back. "We're actually looking for a lost friend of ours. Have you seen a man around here? Walking around with a woman with red eyes? He's a friend and I think he's being abducted."

 

[razer666L]

"We're actually looking for a lost friend of ours. Have you seen a man around here? Walking around with a woman with red eyes? He's a friend and I think he's being abducted."

"Hmm..." Indah reached up and ran a finger over her lips as she tried to ring up any memories based on her sister's description. There were many people on the docks earlier, too many faces to remember. The only thing that's probably noteworthy were their clothes. The styles of their attires were the only reason Indah could tell most of them were Imperial citiz- Wait a moment...

"Orisa, was your lost friend happen to be a Desert Dweller?" She asked.

 

[Jakarta]

"Hmm..." Indah reached up and ran a finger over her lips as she tried to ring up any memories based on her sister's description. There were many people on the docks earlier, too many faces to remember. The only thing that's probably noteworthy were their clothes. Their attires' styles were the only reason Indah could tell most of them were Imperial citiz- Wait a moment...

"Orisa, was your lost friend happen to be a Desert Dweller?" She asked.

"Uhh yeah, sounds like him. Wait, you've seen him?" She asked.

"Can you take me to him? As fast as possible please. I'm really afraid that something might be happening to him and we might be too late to stop it."

 

[razer666L]

"Uhh yeah, sounds like him. Wait, you've seen him?" She asked.

"Can you take me to him? As fast as possible please. I'm really afraid that something might be happening to him and we might be too late to stop it."

"Yeah, I saw him with a woman in a face veil went to a warehouse not far from here," Indah answered. "Come on, I'll lead you to that place."

Indah led her sister and the adventurers to the warehouse while being accompanied by two of her bodyguards. They were walking their way down the cobble stone road, passing through various people making so much noise, occupied in their own business from nearby establishments at the docks. Both legitimate and questionable in nature as the entire port somehow looked neat and seedy in appearance at the same time.

"Orisa, I'm confused. What makes you think your friend is abducted?" Indah asked as she walked next to her.

 

[Jakarta]

"Yeah, I saw him with a woman in a face veil went to a warehouse not far from here," Indah answered. "Come on, I'll lead you to that place."

Indah led her sister and the adventurers to the warehouse while being accompanied by two of her bodyguards. They were walking their way down the cobble stone road, passing through various people making so much noise, occupied in their own business from nearby establishments at the docks. Both legitimate and questionable in nature as the entire port somehow looked neat and seedy in appearance at the same time.

"Orisa, I'm confused. What makes you think your friend is abducted?" Indah asked as she walked next to her.

"Well. For one, there is something that just feels off when he went off on his own way. A sort of strange aura is enveloping him, I knew from that moment onward that he's either magically possessed, or drunk something that made him entered a trance."

"Anyway. Where is that warehouse?" She asked, "All I see are just big trading houses, counting houses, and the occasional ship leaving port."

 

[razer666L]

"Well. For one, there is something that just feels off when he went off on his own way. A sort of strange aura is enveloping him, I knew from that moment onward that he's either magically possessed, or drunk something that made him entered a trance."

"Well that explains it," Indah said. Her response made Orisa turned to her sister.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Because when I saw them, your friend was the one leading his kidnapper to the warehouse, not the other way around," the older Ngkongkwe twin explained. "He wasn't even restrained. I wasn't sure he was kidnapped until you said he was possessed."

"Anyway. Where is that warehouse?" She asked, "All I see are just big trading houses, counting houses, and the occasional ship leaving port."

"Jeez, be patient! We're almost there," Indah snapped before shaking her head. If there was one thing that would never change about Orisa was her impatience and that trait would always irked Indah to no end.

Not long after, Indah stopped walking, followed by the rest. She pointed at a building before them.

"That's the warehouse I saw them entered."

Before Orisa could thanked her sister, Indah heard the familiar sounds of something hitting the flesh, followed closely by some kind of heavy object falling to ground. She, alongside Orisa who also heard them, quickly turned around. They were shocked by the alarming sight before them.

Three of Orisa's companions - the Barbarian, Jeffrey and Roxanne - were writhing on the ground and cried out in pain, while an unarmed hooded man stood menacingly in front of the twins and their two bodyguards. His amber eyes stared at them with a grim, yet highly determined glare.

 

[Jakarta]

"Jeez, be patient! We're almost there," Indah snapped before shaking her head. If there was one thing that would never change about Orisa was her impatience and that trait would always irked Indah to no end.

Not long after, Indah stopped walking, followed by the rest. She pointed at a building before them.

"That's the warehouse I saw them entered."

Before Orisa could thanked her sister, Indah heard the familiar sounds of something hitting the flesh, followed closely by some kind of heavy object falling to ground. She, alongside Orisa who also heard them, quickly turned around. They were shocked by the alarming sight before them.

Three of Orisa's companions - the Barbarian, Jeffrey and Roxanne - were writhing on the ground and cried out in pain, while an unarmed hooded man stood menacingly in front of the twins and their two bodyguards. His amber eyes stared at them with a grim, yet highly determined glare.

"Hey, Jeffrey! Roxanne! Are you okay?!?" Orisa asked, seeing no response. The two women quickly turned towards the assailant. Both of them brandishing their weapons. Orisa bringing out her gigantic sword, aiming one of it's two blades directly towards the unknown aggressor.

The man didn't even so much blink as the two women aimed their weapons in front of them. He clenched his fists while he stares at the two women. Seemingly assessing their strengths.

"Hey uhh, Indah. Do you have weapons or anything?" Orisa asked. "He seems like the type of person that needs a lot of people to take down, not sure if I can take him down myself."

Spoiler

@t-dugong, @sneakykitten, @Chatokay. Hey, you can post something leading up to you being unconscious, if you're missing out.

 

[t-dugong]

As Jeffrey was walking after Orisa and Indah, he took a chance to memorise the area as best he could. 'It's not everyday a dockrat like me could waltz through the Noble's Wharf like this,' Jeffrey thought to himself.

The difference was startling. Jeffrey was used to buildings stained black and grey with soot from countless torches and sea spray yet here the buildings were white and clean, the warehouses and inns looking as if they were newly brought up instead of being decades old.

Then he saw a building that would not look out of place in the docks of his childhood. A grim and forboding warehouse at the outer edge of the district, it looked incongruous to the rest of the place.

"Well, someone didn't care..." was what Jeffrey was going to say when he felt a strike on the nape of his neck. Writhing in pain, Jeffrey falls to his feet with Roxanne and the barbarian swiftly following him to the ground.

 

[Chatokay]

Hey, Jeffrey! Roxanne! Are you okay?!?" Orisa asked, seeing no response

The Barbarian clenches his teeth as the pain was cursing across his body, trying to fight it, so far without much success, although he manage, out of anger and frustration, to mutter a few words.
"And I don't care hey? Stupid woman...", before letting go a sudden cry, managing to get on a knee. Still, he won't get up shortly, this he was sure He glance at Jeffrey and Wingy, trying to see how they were faring, which didn't look good in his eyes "pussy civililised" he growl. Fighting thru the pain he manage to draw his sword, planting it in front of him, using it for support, panting hard from exhaustion. He might not be able to get up, and the pain was so great he had no idea when he will, but he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to protect his two comrades on the ground near him. That was the most he could do for now.

 

[razer666L]

"Hey, Jeffrey! Roxanne! Are you okay?!?" Orisa asked, seeing no response. The two women quickly turned towards the assailant. Both of them brandishing their weapons. Orisa bringing out her gigantic sword, aiming one of it's two blades directly towards the unknown aggressor.

The man didn't even so much blink as the two women aimed their weapons in front of them. He clenched his fists while he stares at the two women. Seemingly assessing their strengths.

"Hey uhh, Indah. Do you have weapons or anything?" Orisa asked. "He seems like the type of person that needs a lot of people to take down, not sure if I can take him down myself."

Spoiler

@t-dugong, @sneakykitten, @Chatokay. Hey, you can post something leading up to you being unconscious, if you're missing out.

Indah quickly pulled out a sword from one of her bodyguards sheathe, adopting a guard stance alongside them and her sister. Judging from the man's relaxed posture yet added with his clenched fists, this unknown assailant was definitely a fighter never to be underestimated in combat.

She just hoped a year of doing nothing but running the family business hadn't made her out of practice in fighting.

One of her bodyguards moved forward, thrusting his glaive at the assailant's chest. Only for the hooded man sidestepped his thrust, swiftly grabbed the handle and landed a powerful punch to the bodyguard's face, throwing him to the ground unconscious. With a glaive in his hand, the assailant twirled the polearm a couple of times before slamming its wooden end to the stony floor.

Unbeknownst to the Ngkazikiwe twins, a shadowy figure appeared in the window of the warehouse's upper floor, watching a fight occurring on the street below. The same warehouse where Indah saw Khosrow and the face veiled woman had entered earlier.