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He watches the fight silently, frowning a bit. It dismayed him to see any fight at all.

The mages seemed to be trying to get information out of the silver soldiers. You heard one cry out, "You'll tell us where the girl is, or we'll kill you all!"

Dark flinched, but stood his ground. He didn't want to be involved, though wondering what girl it was.

You then realized one of the mages was Kizuato, under the hood.

This caused Dark to growl extremely loud, without intending to.

Kizuato blinked and looked his way.

Dark attempted to dart of view, but tripped, landing on his belly. He then got up and glared back, coldly.

Kizuato grinned devilishly and chuckled. He turned his gaze away and proceeded to finish the job of his followers, killing the silver soldiers.

He did it slowly, and one by one, giving the poor soldiers the chance to beg pitifully for life.

Dark seemed unphased somehow, almost as if he had lose sense of feeling upset for seeing things die. He just stare coldly still, before running off, or trying to.

Kizuato made no pursuit. The city came on edge between the silver soldiers and the mages, and before your eyes you could see the city splitting in two between their control.

Dark darted away from the fighting. Worried about Tori, but also worried about his sister.

The tension finally calmed down, but the whole city was on edge. You found that even as it grew dark, there were still many people on the streets, beggers and homeless and the like.

(Um... Girl... mages looking for girl, Kizuato one of mages looking for girl...)

''I bet their after Tori....But she told me she;d be safe. And Jack already told me to find my sister. But I can't help worrying about both my sister and Tori...'' Dark said, eyes adjusting to the dark.

Fighting started erupting again, this time a militia of the town's people, sick of the mages and the silver soldiers in their city, and they fought all night until the mages and silver soldiers were both driven from the city.

Dark had grown tired and had passed out somewhere in the city, though hopefilly out of sight. A mass of blackened fur somewhere, out cold, ears still listening though.

He had fallen behind one of the taverns. A woman with bright red hair came out the back door and was throwing away some garbage. She saw Dark, "Huh... weird looking dog."

''Nnngh...' He groaned, wincing, and stood up, rubbing his head. ''Dog? Where?'' He scowled.

The girl dropped the bag, "Ah! It spoke.."