<a class="link link--external" href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bzm77jo8X2ZkbmFxWkY5ZXlhcnc/view" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Harunaka</a><br/><br/>Heroes being summoned? What in the world was she speaking about? It sounded familiar, but maybe from a fairytale. Still, she got up quickly, he helped her to her steady feet, and she quickly adjusted her outfit. It seemed the moment she snatched her staff, she was fully sober and on her way out the door.  The ranger staggered for a moment, but quickly followed behind her. His Special Ops training allowed him to move with the grace and precision as any regular soldier.<br/><br/>He followed closely behind, but his pace began to slow when he saw the masked blue-haired beauty struggling in the courtyard. The ranger's eyes quickly assessed the situation. She was wounded, but her wounds were shallow. She also tried to hide her pain from them. That, paired with the mask. He deducted that she wished to protect her identity. After that last conversation about Fjorn's sister lusting over the ranger, he could understand wanting to hide one's identity from the world.<br/><br/>Kiran quickly arrived on the scene to assist. It seemed, somehow, that these two might have known the girl. The way they tended to her had a level of emotion involved that he hadn't seen others attended to wounded with. Perhaps these two just had hearts of gold? Who really knew? He was still a stranger to these lands. He noticed the woman's breastplate seemed to be stuck in the tree above her. Along with her sword it would seem. As the two worked with the mystery woman, he silently made his way over towards the tree.<br/><br/>The sword was definitely jammed in there pretty well. Was she trying to chop the whole damn tree down? There were enraged hack marks surrounding the weapon. He'd probably be angry too if he fell from a tree and lost all his clothes. He gripped the hilt of the weapon. Something felt... wrong. Like he shouldn't be touching this sword. His nerves fired up his arm, but after wiggling the hilt for a brief moment, he felt that it was loose.  With two hands gripping the hold, he swung his arms in a reverse swing. It was a tight squeeze, but he managed to remove the weapon in one strong motion.<br/><br/>"Phew..." He sighed and wiped across his forehead. Then, he looked up to see the armor in the branches above. He was taller than the blue-haired woman and, using the sword as an extension of his arm, he pointed it up above his head. After fishing around briefly with his arm fully extended and standing on his toes, he managed to hook the armor around the sword. He yanked to the side and the full weight of the armor was freed from the tree.<br/><br/>He almost cursed as the weight felt like it would break his arm, but he maintained himself and lowered the gear.<br/><br/>He couldn't get the woman's sword out of his hand quickly enough. He propped it against the tree and, politely, offered her the armor whilst doing his best to avoid looking over her body, even though he really wanted to.