The aftermath of Larissa's attack was, all in all, not what she expected.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked from the knife sunk deep into her arm, to where it had been previously lodged in Girien's skull, to his blocking of her punch, and finally to Girien's face. The suddenly serious expression on his face unsettled her almost as much as the blood dripping down it.<br/><br/>The effect of whatever strange magic that girl possessed missed her- the various members of her crew were not so lucky, as they suddenly found themselves down a limb. They cried out- in pain or surprise, she couldn't tell- and the ones who had lost legs fell to the earth. This, although she was clearly outmatched, was almost enough to drive her to attack again. Instead, she bared her teeth in anger.<br/><br/>And then he asked a question.<br/><br/>And it was a question, Larissa found, that she could not say no to.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>After running nonstop after the group carrying off Alan, Andrew was surprised to see they had stopped. He halted in front of them, trying to catch his breath. He remained silent as the two had their conversation, trying to re-engage his brain and process what on earth had just happened.<br/><br/>"Sorry," he broke in finally, "but can I ask why you dragged off this random kid? What the heck is going on around here?" He glanced back at the town, which had receded far into the horizon. This day had gone from average to extraordinary in a matter of moments.