Danni lifted his head to peer over the edge of the boat. The results of the survey annoyed him greatly.  His companion of less than a second had darted off without bothering to facilitate his question, joining the fracas that was now unfolding. The gall of some people. To make matters worse, his arrows had missed, or at least done little damage to apprehend the pesky people attempting to stop the boat. He rarely missed, especially against soldiers. He knew every chink and unprotected crevice of the suit, seeing as how he was currently wearing one himself. Flashes of light, loud bangs, and the sound of steel echoed through the air. A cacophony of stimulus he would rather not be presented with. He longed to grab the arrows that were now strewn unlovingly on the rough planks of the dock, but he felt his skill-set was not advanced enough to fend off the parties currently at war over their metal corpses.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Maybe I've gone a bit over my head here,</span>he mused, playing with a rope he found lying on the deck immediately beside him. He certainly felt out of depth, among all these fantastic magic users and skilled warriors. Apparently his spectacular shooting skills weren't in the mood to be spectacular, and so he was reduced to be of no more use than a hopelessly tangled rope. Even the former slave showed prowess, emitting light directly from her body. A cheap trick, but it appeared to be working.<br/>Danni himself supposedly had magic powers. He was not completely ignorant of his race's abolity to tame the elements. He himself was of the wind faction, which made sense, applying some sort of understanding to the way his arrows would go faster than most, sometimes even changing direction in mid-air. He simply never felt the need to hone it. His mother hadn't, and thus neither did he.<br/>Something clicked inside him, a previous stray thought making sense. The girl that the inquisitor seemed so desperate to capture looked like his mother.<br/>Not exactly, of course, seeing as how they were completely different species, but the way she stood, the wavy brown hair, wide eyes and nose, all matched. He closed his eyes to be in the comfort of the little pieces of her that were like his mother. The most beautiful woman in the world, Danni had always thought, even when she was covered in blood and dirt, even when, near the end of her life, it had looked like the soldiers were finally breaking her. It was not lost.<br/>He decided he needed his arrows. Without bothering to look, Danni jumped over the boat and on to the docks, holding his arms up in a sort of 'please don't kill me' pose. "Hi," he said nonchalantly, "not hurting anyone, just grabbing my arrows. Cool light thing, by the way," he shaped his pointer finger and thumbs into the shape of guns, pointing at the former slave with a sly clicking noise. He walked forward without a care in the world, stooping down to pick up the discarded arrows. He felt like he was far enough away, and docile enough that he wouldn't be attacked, and besides, all of the magicians and warriors would come to his aid if that were to happen. It seemed as if they were now allies, right?<br/>The arrows were retrieved, sans the one which was embended in the luxurious woman's arm. Her entourage seemed dwindled, which was definitely a good thing for Danni. Hopefully they would get this bloody show on the road within the next million years. He was quite aware that an evening patrol of the docks was scheduled within the hour, and if they didn't leave by then, or at least quell the rukus, a lot more blood would be spilt. Not that these seasoned warriors seemed to care. He began dawdling back to the boat, letting out a sigh as he walked.