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[Light]

They slow down and set the still form down, the soldiers pouring water onto him. There was blood... But there was a vibrant color--the color that you would see during a sunset at its peak. The orange and red was connected to his head--hair. It was odd to see among all the black haired men around him, but there it was, like a flame. His eyes slowly open, and his head tilts to the side, as if he had heard her. His eyes were just as strange as his hair--a green blue, the color the mecha's around him tried to imitate.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him, edging her way closer,"... Savior..?" She tries again softly, hesitant to approach with soldiers around him

[Light]

He opens his mouth to speak, but a messenger hurries up speaking in the native tongue hurriedly. The 'savior-king' wrestles with his body and forces himself up, speaking to the man in a commanding tone, his gaze turning into that of an angry wolf. He pinches his nose and looks back at her. "It... Was inevitable." He grunts after a moment. "Name."

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks suprised at his tone but bows her head," Xena, My King..." She mumbles

[Light]

The muscles in his arms tighten, straining themselves as e holds himself up, no one moving to help him. "Xena. You have offended our enemy, and taken out their leader with a blow to the back." His nails claw at the dirt, his English not the best, but understandable... "But," the men around him seem to glower at him, "I'll overlook it for now." Apparently, his decision wasn't a popular group choice, but his own.

[CrimsonMoon]

She hugs the bundle to her chest and whispers," My peoples' wars are much more dishonorable, Savior... You shouldn't over look my mistake... Though he is not dead.. His mech is.." She bows her head," Because we still need you..."

[Light]

There's a moment of silence, and suddenly he's laughing. He crosses his legs, hands on his knees as the sound carries across the area. "Very well! Xena--" he addresses her directly this time, his tone not as sharp as before. "Your coming back with us to Inari." He turns his head, "Men! Get ready to move!"

At his orders, the dozens of soldiers begin to recover items and climb into their mecha's, leaving the burning blue one in the field. The large red one was being carried, the regalia's presence in it gone.

[CrimsonMoon]

She looks shocked enough to have been slapped in the face but quickly recovers and follows him like a lost puppy, not leaping into her mech's odd form like she had on the battle field

[Light]

The burns on his skin still sizzled, her he trolled forward, another man running up to him. "Kibō-sama," he hands him a bloodied cloth, "it was retrieved from Lord Daiku's mecha." He bows and takes quick steps backwards, joing the other. Kibō carelessly shoves the small bundle in his jacket pocket. "Very well." He mumbles.

[CrimsonMoon]

He glances at the scrap of cloth ten at he own bundle of rags and unconciously feels uneasy,"... Is... He alright..?" She asks almost inaudibly

[Light]

"Yes." He answers looking back at her, "He'll serve as a hostage now. It would have been better if I'd been able to cut him down."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Your mech was too weak, Savior," she points out quietly," Too small but not fast... There was no advantage for you.."

[Light]

"then he would've cut me down." He laces his fingers behind his head, sandals flopping against the ground, the straps broken and the straw falling apart. "It would have been inevitable."

[CrimsonMoon]

" YOU CAN'T BE CUT DOWN!!" She cries suddenly but quickly quiets and murmurs," You are too important..."

[Light]

He guffaws, "You say weird things. People die. If I were to, it wouldn't make any more difference than if I were to step on a bug." His red hair sways, and he rubs off the burned ends behind his head. "My names Kibō."

[CrimsonMoon]

She ducks her head and mutters," You spoke to me in a dream... So i had to find you... And return your treasures.." Xena doesnt look at him," I'm your loyal servant, Savior King..."

[Light]

He makes an annoyed sound, his nose twitching up, "Very well. Do what you want. Just don't call me that--I told you my name. It's disrespectful to not use it."

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena hugs the bundle tightly... He was growing further and further from what she had seen in her dream but she nods quietly..

[Light]

He quickens his pace a fraction, his voice brightening, "There it is! Inari!" He laughs, the smell of the sea deep with the air. As they exits the trees, they entered a hilly region, the large capital far down the path but visible. It was like one huge shrine, the shingles roofs glowing a deep red under the sunlight of midday. Mecha's stood on its walls, and to the back of the city was the ocean, his home situated on a cliff.

[CrimsonMoon]

Xena doesnt answer but is merely shocked into awed silence by the beauty of the whole area and the way the architecture flowed with the land... She glances at him, suddenly painfuly aware that she would most likely be the only Westerner in the whole city... And not be looked upon kindly by an faction...