With one foot in front of the other the figure closed the distance between the four-man formation. Nervousness seeped into the hands of the bridge wardens, causing the points of the spears to waver as they looked to their Captain for guidance. Their reaction did not escape the keen eye of the Captain, and fearing that his men may break for fear of the mysterious figure, the Captain strode forth. He could not tolerate such a failing from his underlings. Its memory would tarnish his reputation. It was but a single adversary and, despite the tatty cloak that covered the figure, the Captain's burly frame dwarfed the would-be-attacker. As the crowd pressed for a closed view, the Captain struck a heroic view atop the bridge and, for a moment, he reveled in the attention. Raising his sword, which flashed fire in the fading sun, he repeated, "Identify yourself and state your business or be cut down!"<br/><br/>Another step followed without the barest hints of heeding the Captain. The blade fell. . .<br/><br/>. . . And came to a stop a foot and a half from the hooded figure. The Captain's eyes revealed a level of reverence while his mouth stood agape in awe. From the folds of the cloak extended a hand, and held between its slim fingers was a rail-pistol, an archaic weapon of the past and a symbol of Knighthood. It was held not with an intent to dispatch the bridge warden, but as a declaration; the way a king might hold his hand up to silence an audience. Beneath the hood issued forth a distinctly feminine voice, "Bring me an Electrician." Her voice was weighted with pain, anger, and a frightening determination. Yet even this could no longer force another step from her. As her legs gave way beneath her the hood fell from her brow revealing the high cheek bones and almond eyes of an Easterner. The cloak splayed out over her prone body. A bolt of lightning was embroidered into its fabric, declaring the woman as not only a knight, but a knight of the Electrician's Guild's Holy Citadel.<br/><br/>With the form lying motionless on the ground, the bridge wardens approached cautiously, their spears still held at the ready. The bewilderment having passed, the Captain began barking orders loud enough for even the crowd of civilians to hear, "Murphy! Bring the guardhouse's physician. Paul! Find Father Thomas. He may not have yet left the chapel." Snapping to attention, the two guards made way to each of their respective destinations. "Elijah! Keep watch on the bridge." With that final order the Captain stooped to lift the knight and began carrying her off the bridge.