Lance had just left his wife’s free company house in Shirogane, wanting to explore a little more of Kugane before heading back. He had seen much of it already with his wife. Didn’t make him any less curious though for the parts they had skipped.

He stood out rather well in Kugane. From his manner of dress to his appearance. After all, elezen did not seem to be a common race around this side of the world. Though he only noticed the occasional stare of curiosity. Perhaps because even when not on duty, he still had that bearing of a knight.

Exploring as the sun was beginning to set. The street he picked was quiet. A little too quiet for the usual noise of the city. He kept a hand near the hilt of his blade as he walked. Clearly alert and on edge. A pause in his steps when two man stepped in the pathway out of the street he was on. Frowning at the figures before glancing behind him to find two more.

“I do not suppose we can talk about this like fine gentleman?” Lance slipped into the usual mask of the upper class young man from Ishgard. He was already tensed and ready when blades started being drawn by the hyuran men. “No. I suppose not. Fine. Then let us do things the hard way.”

Right now he really missed the comfort of his armor and shield. Having only been wearing his usual sword at his hip. Not even the katana he had been getting adjusted to. He much preferred at least having his shield when the numbers were against him. Thankfully his years of training would help at the very least.

A clang echoing off the sides of the buildings as his sword met the first katana that tried to strike him. Taking a step to the side just in time to dodge the second. Now the two from behind were closing in though. Kicking away the first with a solid boot to the stomach before turning to face them. The one landing a solid strike to the side of his head. That man had been quicker then Lance had anticipated. Fighting the urge to black out from the hard blow as he stumbled back towards some crates. One of the men chuckled darkly as he kicked Lance, sending the knight onto his backside.

Not once though had he left go his blade. Sadly being outnumbered was always his undoing. Didn’t mean he was out of fight yet. Trying to force his eyes to remained focused as he felt the warm trickle of blood down the side of his face. He stabbed his blade forward at the first man to approach him. Right into the man’s stomach. The other three seemed to become more leery after that. This pair had teeth.

Suddenly without warning though, one of the three let out a strangled cry of pain before crumpling to the ground bleeding. A strange dark-haired miqo’te with daggers standing behind the bleeding man. A dagger dripping with blood. Lance used his sword to help him get back to his feet quicker. Letting this distraction by him time. His sword coming down across the back of one of the men just as the stranger dealt with the other.

Lance kept a wary gaze on the newcomer. Having no idea if the man was a likely hero or if this had been an issue of territory. No chances taken when his head hurt this way. But still he managed the faked smile he used for Ishgardian nobility.

“Thank you for the assist.”