<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Conahoy was walking along the dirt path towards the capitol, watching the smoke ahead and knowing that there's no way it's a fire under control. With silence he walks with a slightly quickened pace, stopped by a pair of figures who jumped onto the road, both of them with swords on their hip and a grim smile on their face. "Let me pass through, I mean no harm," Ceej says as he thumbs the clasp to close his book stave, his feet resting under his legs lightly while his long white, grey, black, and red traveler's robes hide that he's ready for a fight if they charge.<br/>
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"Just because you mean us no harm," says the one on his left. "Doesn't mean that you won't bring the knights down on our heads." finishes the one on his right, though both of them rest their hand on the pommel of their swords, showing that he's going to fight again, though he will definitely need to rest and pray after this fight if it isn't finished in one fell swoop. "Prepare to die!" they both call out before charging towards him, brandishing their swords which both have runes, one holding fire and the other holding ice sheathed along their blades, showing that Ceej wouldn't be able to shatter the two of their weapons since they're both magically enhanced.<br/>
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"Prepare to pay," Conahoy says before resting a hand on his tome, his robes flowing lightly in the absence of wind before looking up to the two, then spotting the dirt that they would be resting their feet on in front of him. "Shatter." he whispers and the pebbles along the road erupt into a large cloud of dust, the two bandits charging through and swinging their swords down at the same time to find that he's no longer in that spot. Seconds later Ceej's now closed stave slams down into the one who was on his lefts head, sweeping it to the side and grazing the ice wielder's shoulder enough to make him drop his arm in pain. "I banish your existence from the cosmos," Jackson calls forth and plants a hand on the now injured shoulder, which suddenly tears wide open to show more injuries and scars opening up over the bandit's body. "Now I leave you to your own admittance," he says while walking away, the cloud of dust falling to the dirt path again as he heads into the town, watching as it burns around him while he fortuitously keeps traveling, soon finding refuge under a tree for the night, sleeping in his robes with his stave opened and blank in the evening wind.</span>