[ Ah, fighting. If there's one thing Arno can appreciate, it's the finesse of a good brawl. And landens don't even use magic, so he especially enjoys this one. Some bunch of thugs thought they could get away with threatening a family in front of him -- well, they're quickly finding out otherwise. He'd be causing a scene if the fight wasn't happening in an alley, but that's no accident. An assassin, after all, works better in the dark.

For this prompt, Arno's jewel is a solid Red. Really, these poor fools don't stand a chance. But it might be fun to watch as he dodges another punch and trips a man over his own feet. ]

Ah, excuse me. [ He holds up a bruised thug by the collar, though Arno himself has barely broken a sweat. Kind of a grizzly scene to walk past, I'm so sorry. ] Could you call a healer for me, s'il vous plait? I think I may have misjudged my strength with a few of these men.

[ The remaining men scramble to their feet, most of them running away now that a witness has appeared and distracted Arno. You look like a huge jerk here, mon frère. ]

And they were acting so tough before. What a shame.

[ These fire spells don't come easy for Arno. Let's say he's Rose for the sake of this prompt, which means he's had to cut back on the Eagle Vision to prioritize sparking warmth from his hands. Also he's just bad at it -- maybe ending up in the landen part of town is a blessing in disguise. He's certainly no stranger to the slums. ]

Feels just like home.

[ He's managed to use the spell on the scarf around his neck, but don't expect him to do any of the heavy lifting if your jewel is darker than his. He turns to you, his partner, and casts you a forced smile. ]

Well, at least here people will fear us equally for once, non?

[ Anything else? I'm open to it! Hit me with a pm or on plurk! ]