Emperor Night (NTR)

7: Market

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The heat of the midday sun beat down upon Jonathan's face as sweat dripped from his forehead. He was bruised, hungry, and exhausted. As far as Jonathan could tell, he was stuck here, and it was about time he started surviving. He looked out into the bustling market square in front of him. Hundreds of people flowed between the stalls, buying and selling an assortment of goods, equipment, and other oddities. Perhaps he could find some decent clothes that weren't in tatters or at the very least, find something to eat. Jonathan had scoured his previous hideout for something to wear that didn't make him look like a daytime TV car crash victim but had only found a large burlap sack. He opted to use the burlap sack to hide his newly acquired spear. He didn't want the strange weapon to draw any unwanted attention.

Jonathan waded through the sea of people. Most of the crowd seemed familiar enough, an assortment of men and women of all ages going about their business, but every now and then Jonathan would get a glimpse of some bizarre looking person with fiery red skin, or some elf analog with pointed ears and sharp features. The market patron being a figure that towered above the masses, almost twice the size of those around him. He had bulky muscles, barely hidden by his furs and chiselled jawline sharp enough to cut the skyline. The ground shook as he lumbered about. 'Better not get in the way of that guy.' Jonathan thought as he journeyed far away from the giant's path and toward a nearby clothing stand.

The stand was lined with garbs of all shapes and sizes. Almost all of them were of the same medieval designs as the people around him. They were all completely oversaturated with colour. The people here were into bright, tacky clothing. Jonathan cycled through the clothes rack looking for something that would be able to obscure his face, preferably something with a hood. He picked out the only piece of dark clothing that he could find. The cloak was a deep and dreamy midnight blue complete with riding hood that would work well to hide his face. After a few more minutes of

Before Jonathan could think, he was charging towards the pair. He pointed the magical spear in front of him as he closed the distance. Jonathan stopped just short of the attacker. The tip of the spear pointed at the rapist's chest. Could he really attack another person? The weaselly man grasped his dagger and turned towards Jonathan. The sudden sound of flesh tearing reverberated within Jonathan's ears. The man's dagger clinked harmlessly to the ground. The spear had pierced straight through the man's chest, but Jonathan didn't remember thrusting it forward. No, the strike wasn't of Jonathan's doing, the liquid-like metal had extended through the attacker and pierced his heart. Jonathan watched as the spear moulded back into its original shape, the man falling limp to the cobbled ground.

The ashborn woman turned to face Jonathan. She picked up her tattered tunic and covered herself ineffectually.

"You saved me." She said with uncertainty filling her words.

"I don't think it was me who saved you, it was the spear." Jonathan was overwhelmed. "I... I have to get out of here." He turned and fled the scene. He didn't look back.