As Austin neared the town, sounds of a fight reached his ears. Lifting his eyes from the page long enough to squint at his immediate vicinity and notice a young woman sort of wave to him before continuing on her way. He must have missed something. Had she been waving? He took a quick look around him, not seeing anyone else the possible wave had been intended for.<br/><br/>Shrugging the idea off, Austin's attention was once more pulled away from his own imagination by the fight, now much closer than he had first assumed. Picking up his pace, he stood at what he hoped was a safe distance, noticing the waving-not-waving girl throwing rocks at some men before picking up a tree branch, while another young woman brandished a katana! Upon closer inspection, three of the people involved in this scuffle didn't appear to fit with the rest of the environment. And for that matter, neither did he. Austin was still wearing his jeans, a plain grey tee with a red plaid shirt over top, and his beat up sneakers. When a fourth woman joined the fight, Austin remained where he was. He was not a fighter in any sense of the word. He also didn't have anything on him that could act as a weapon, what was he going to do? Give them a paper cut? Poke them with his pen?<br/><br/>What the writer saw next was definitely<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>from this time period. A drone, straight out of the modern age. What the hell was going on here? Sure, it could make for an interesting story, but in reality, it was a mess!