Post by Flame on Jul 22, 2018 0:24:32 GMT -5
It was a struggle, he'd thought for a moment to get back to the main road, but he didn't think he could afford such a delay. Instead he limped his way through alleys, his head followed the feel of the direction he wanted, his nose the smell of the sea. He pressed unconcerned through the alley brushing aside those who he could and sliding by those he couldn't.
For all the annoyed people he made, he paid them almost no attention. No excuse me's or sorry's as he 'barreled' through the alleyways, no he hadn't the time for such nonsense. It was many alleys, many paths, and numerous annoyed civilians until he stepped into the brisk, salty, air of Ana Nine's dockside. And still he had much work to do, the crowds still churned, the smell of the fisher's market and the decay of earthworks was fresh in his nostrils.
Green eyes searched in desperation about the crowd. The port-side humdrum which covered it with many people of different places and walks of life was nothing but a disheartening thing for him. He pushed into the crowds with purpose but to no avail, his quarry was nowhere to be found. He stood and he swore, he cursed, screamed, clearing the area around him. Confused and disturbed dock-goers circled a safe distance away from him as he stood there roaring his rage.
"Mars?" Oric's voice sounded from behind him as his crewmate walked into the clearing he'd created. The enraged swashbuckler whirled upon the man his hand grasping his cane with clear purpose. The restraint he held in not drawing the blade was visible and barely holding. "I've lost them Oric, I found the sniper, but I lost them in the chase." He fell to his knees as he confessed.
"ahh ..."
It was the smallest sound of understanding. The release from his pain however it was not. "This sniper, was it a cloaked girl with a long rifle on her back?" Oric asked curiously. "About yay high, and this thin." The burly northerner gestured with his hands to the confusion of Mars.
"... Yeah ... how do you know?"