It didn't matter who you were. Miserth was a human-commanded stronghold, but the enforcers would mow down their own numbers and call it collateral damage without a second thought. Anyone caught in the crossfire would wind up a corpse if they didn't move in the next five minutes. Nol had no such plans to taste the dirt today, nor anytime soon for that matter. Things always found a way to complicate matters, of course, like the sudden impact of a cattleram charging the pub setup.<br/><br/>It was a poor excuse for a pub to begin with, but it was still a hovel structure made from things that hurt when they fell on top of you. The beast entered a rampage as the cloth overhang caught on one of its horns, covering its eyes. It kicked and brayed, destroying more supports and sending the splinters flying. In moments, it would go down around them. Nol was unharmed, but not only would the awning probably crush him and the one other occupant, but the animal was attracting unwanted attention.<br/><br/>Six enforcers entered the fray, and they were fast approaching the berserk creature. They aimed their ballistics, and whether or not they knew there were two others inside with it, it didn't matter. Nol spared a glance at the other occupant of the pub, a northerner by his attire, he guessed. He didn't have time to consider whether or not he was friend or foe. Nol made a dive toward him, and threw up a reflecting barrier around them at the same moment the enforcers let loose a volley of bullets. The cattleram yawped and was silenced in the same breath, falling heavily to the floor. The shield was small and weak, but it served its purpose, turning the attack back at the enforcers. It hit four of them, two falling dead as the returned attack ruptured their vitals. Nol let it drop as the dust rose, but he wasn't going to stick around long enough for it to clear. He was one of the so-called 'blessed' witches who could actually command magic, but it came at a hefty price, and his reserves were minuscule. That was to say, Nol was basically already out of juice.<br/><br/>"Go," he said, shortly, hoping the man had enough sense to leave before the enforcers could work out what exactly just happened. Those men had guns- big guns- and Nol had a rubbish rifle and no magic. The witch took off running, hoping to make it at least past the outer gates to catch his breath. With any luck, there would be some caravans finding it difficult to clear out on their own, no doubt there would be bandits seizing the opportunity to polish them off as they fled. He could hitch a way out with one of them. He hoped.<br/><br/>He came to a rolling halt as a stray bullet caught his calf, dropping him into an ungraceful spiral that ended as he was propelled into what could only have been the outer gate. The added momentum of his mad dash for freedom had him seeing stars. He wasn't dead, but with the enforcer advancing upon him, he started counting the seconds it took for her to reload her clip. She had a proper skilled aim. What the Turn kind of training programme did they put these soldiers through, he wondered? At least he had the dignity to know that he would be put down by somebody far more powerful than himself, and not some enraged, whiffy farm animal. He could respect that.