Donovan's breathing had barely increased by the time all resistance was dealt with. A few men, injured with broken bones most likely, cried pitifully from the water where they floated. So far, though, with the rest of the noise of the busy dock, no one had come to answer those cries for help. Donovan turned just in time to see Methuseld put her iron-shod boot to the head of one of the men who had been eager enough to try to climb back up onto the dock, sending him right back into the water. Donovan had to give that man a little credit for not giving up, but then couldn't feel too badly for the man for being so dim-witted as to try. Glancing at Methuseld for a moment, Donovan's gaze thought he caught a flicker of darkness along her back somehow, and he took it as simply a morning shadow or a trick of light as it was gone a single breath later.<br/><br/>No sooner had the group began to move towards the nearest road into the town than a few more toughs emerged from a nearby alley, glancing this way and that, looking for signs of those who had just come off the boat.<br/><br/>Damn, that was a -lot- of manpower, Donovan mused to himself. The price on their heads must be pretty high. He glanced forward to see his companions merging into the crowd, Methuseld in particular forcing her way forward. Though some protested with words, none dared stand in her way for long.<br/><br/>Maintaining his strength and skin-armor was slowly draining him. It wasn't to crucial levels yet, but it was noticeable to him. He couldn't keep both going forever. Still, they were in danger, and with Dean being in the shape he was in, and with Aza being... well... to prim and proper for actual combat, that left himself and Methuseld to fend off the enemy... as far as he knew. Glancing back behind him as he walked, he caught sight of a few toughs struggling through the crowd about a half a block from their current position, trying to follow them by tracking Methuseld's hair. Turning around for a moment, walking forward some more, Donovan reached up and snatched a dark pair of bloomers from an overhead clothesline, and then simply stood still for a moment, letting the press of the crow go on around him as Methuseld and the others reached his position.<br/><br/>"Pretty hair. But easily followed," Donovan said, and swept the dark bloomers around Methuseld's shoulders like a cape, and pulled the cloth up and over to completely conceal her hair. "Hunch down a bit, too. Take the next right, Dean!" Donovan called out to Dean who wasn't far away. If they could get down a side alley and to another street, they'd lose the toughs that were following...<br/>