As Norbert threw another candy across the street, several more children appeared in the alleyways. He started popping one in his mouth and throwing several out to the other side for the children, only for more to come.
Throwing one out, Norbert saw the kids he wants to go to line themselves up. His hand grasps, about to close around it, as another shoots out from the side. He grabs it and forces the kid's head down into the ground.
Norbert is watching the physical contact, a damn being broken, and going over the single piece of candy; Norbert sat there shocked for several moments, still having a quarter of the candies he had bought from the start to go around, not seeing why they would even cause a fight between themselves now.
Placing the candies next to him, Vivienne just watched the brawl, eating the next piece enraptured by the sight in front of her. Leaving her to watch Norbert string over, people crossing the street going away from the brawl that was coming around them. Wishing that he had something to gain their attention, happy for not having any weapons that could be accidentally used against one another as Norbert stood there for a moment, looking over the fight.
Seeing that none of them had recognised him bellowing out the single word "STOP!"
Hearing his voice echo around the street, everyone stared at him, all quiet, wondering what he was doing. At once, everyone dashed from the street. The kids no longer paid attention to the candy, one of them popping it in their mouth as they ran off in a different direction.
Not even the one who had been hit first remained. Turning back to look at the street, only Vivienne remained, still sitting on the bench, smiling once more as her dark green eyes glimmered at Norbert as she waved a hand in front of her. A barrier appeared as she disappeared with the lollies that he had bought, leaving the bench completely empty.
As she whisked away into thin air, Norbert changed his vision to magic as she appeared. A white barrier swirled around the bench, and Norbert could see Vivienne still sitting there, the black and dark green lines giving her position away. He changed his sight back to normal, looking around to see what all the commotion was about.
As one on the sandstone roofs around him, the guards popped up, bows already in position. None of them was drawn back as they looked around the empty street before locking in on Norbert.
Standing there, crossing his arms, remembering the last time he interacted with them and how he could heal them, Norbert stood there, tapping his fingers. Not seeing anything happen, the guards just looked between themselves and made clicking noises with their tongues as they looked towards Norbert.
Slowly, Norbert took out the token, showing he was a tournament champion. Instantly, all the guards stepped back, disappearing from the rooftops. One jumped down, the wind flowing around them as they landed on the ground.
Norbert can now get a closer look at them. They wear metal armour protecting their chests, a half helmet with no plumes on it, and a single leather strap underneath to connect it to the head. On their backs are a quiver of arrows, and two large knives are on their waists. I was surprised they didn't have the leg gear to hold more of them like Norbert until I remembered what he used them for. That needs to be covered by the bow and arrows.
The guard stopped a meter away from Norbert, coming up to his own height as he looked across to them. The flat metal chest piece was dull like it was trying to absorb the light hitting it but only drawing a slight amount in.
Seeing his face in the reflection, disfigured as the metal bent and warped to fit the user, Norbert turned his eyes up at the metal piece of the helmet going down the brow of his nose. Their eyes looked back at Norbert, scrutinising his actions. Clearing his throat, he thumped his chest with his fist. "I'm sorry if I made a disturbance this early in the morning," Norbert said to the guard.
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In silence, the guard looked back at Norbert without moving. Norbert started, wondering what would happen next with his current predicament, not wanting to be locked up somewhere to raise his voice.
Seeing that the guard wasn't doing anything, Norbert stepped towards them and the bench. His movement caused the guard's bow to shoot up, and Norbert instantly stopped as he raised his arms on either side. The guard received a nod as they looked up, taking their eyes off Norbert. I'm wondering if he should try to make a runner for it. Before he could move, someone's body came up from behind him, grabbing both of his wrists and placing them around behind his back.
Norbert started to rest, pulling against the arms, not wanting to let them move him about when suddenly an arrow sprouted from his chest. Looking down in surprise as his arms were jerked behind him while he was stunned, the guard in front of him having released their arrow into him. The arrow poked out of his heart, splitting right through the cotton top he wore as red blood started to seep into the fabric. Eyes flashing towards the guard, wondering if it was intentional to do this.
Wanting to remove the arrow from his body, Robert flexed against the bindings of his hands. "Don't", the, guard ordered in front of him, already a second arrow on the bowstring, drawn tight as their hand rested against their cheek.
Norbert, slackening his hands as the blood continued to dribble out of him, looked around at the empty bench on the side of the road. He changed the sight in his eyes; the magic barrier was no longer there. Norbert was unable to tell where Vivienne had disappeared with his lollies. He hoped that she just took them back to his room, and he would find them waiting for him the next time he entered.
Another set of arms grabbed his right side, looking over his shoulder as each guard held onto one of his arms to direct himself, following the shooter as they travelled across the streets, steadily heading towards the Colosseum.
The people quickly went to the other side of the street, allowing the little party to easily walk through the centre with no traffic. Windows were closed ahead of him, and whispers blanketed his passage about what he could have done to raise the ire of the guards this much.
Walking through the streets until finally, Norbert came towards the structure, canning his neck up, changing his vision over tonight as the world turned black, white and grey.
Dotted around the window, Norbert could see guards looking down at him, talking to one another as they looked relaxed. Their hands were on their weapons, ready for Norbert to try anything to turn him into a pin cushion and ask questions later.
Walking through the doorway, which reminded Norbert of the hallway, he entered the Morenas chamber. However, this time, Norbert was led up into the structure through a doorway on the right side of the significant passage.
Rising into the structure, Norbert was led into another hallway with guards on the sides. These guards were in the same garb as the one holding him but with spears in their hands instead of bows on their backs. The metal tips shone like torches as the light seemed to fill the hallway.
Walking past guard after guard, Norbert watched as they turned towards him; like the clown at a carnival, you needed to place the balls in their mouth. Norbert tried to suppress a shiver at the eerie movement as they all seemed to be in sync, not wanting to for fear of getting speared on all sides in an enclosed space.
Finally, the guard in front of him stopped, turning to one of the doors on the right, which looked exactly the same as any of the others. Leaning forward, the wooden door swung outwards, the creaking sound of the hinges cascading around the hallway Norbert was currently standing in.
The metal on metal caused his hair to stand on end as the door finally quieted itself. The guard who opened it stepped inside, looked around, and nodded to someone before stepping to the side.
Norbert stood there for a moment before he was shoved through. The two guards behind him walked him through the doorway and into the empty room beyond.
There, Norbert saw one stone chair carved out of the ground, with someone else leaning against a wall, flipping through several papers in their hand, their face covered by the contents.
Directed towards the chair, Norbert sat inside of it. His arms were released for a moment to go around the back of the stone object before being clamped down into something behind them.
Making sure Norbert was secure and tugging on the bonds, the two quickly left the room, leaving Norbert to stare at the person as they continued looking through the papers.
"Oh, I hope you're not Count von Count doing all this for a stupid joke," After several minutes of silence, Norbert said the only sound in the room was the person as they continued to leaf through the papers.
"That I am not, but splendid that you know the vampire." The person said as the papers were dropped to their side. No, Norbert looked upon the face, definitely not at Count von Count.