The last few lights of the stars vanished as the two figures continued to walk. The sun began to rise up from the east and dispel the darkness of night that had covered the desert while the two warriors had continued on their journey. These weren't the familiar deserts of Rubato that the Technological Quincy and Replicator walked through, but instead were the more unfamiliar, more rock and plateau filled deserts of some world the two had just wound up in.

The red haired figure stopped in front of a massive archway that lead into what Monroe described as a "Saloon Town." The ice mage had yet to inquire as to why, but as they looked at the stone arch on which the name had been completely scratched out, the thought returned to the ice mage. "So... why do you call these places Saloon Towns, Monroe?" the amateur sorcerer asked as he looked at the taller figure.

The dark clad man looked down at his associate and then crossed his arms and looked into the city. "Well, because that's about the only thing of interest. These are travelers towns. Towns that spring up to fill the need of people to stop and regroup or get supplies before they continue on their journeys to get where they're going. Pretty much all that's in these towns are a few residences, a general store and a saloon."

The Quincy looked at the shadows of figures who were standing in the middle of the long stretch of town. Some kind of showdown was about to go on here, and Monroe knew why. "The main problem with these towns is that they're havens for bandits and wannabe heroes. Vigilantism is generally the law here, but once in a while, a do gooder tries to step in and force actual law. They don't last long. Better not to linger."

Zachary looked at the man and simply shrugged as the two entered, completely calm, and moved in towards the center of the city. On one side, only two men, a deputy and the sherif stood their ground. On the other side, no less than ten desperado stood their ground. "Well, we'd better get out of the way. Wouldn't want to get caught in this fight."

"Fight? What do you mean? What's going on?" the ice mage asked as he looked at the groups. "Oh, never mind. The law is trying to stop the bandits, right?" The Replicator cracked his neck and stepped onto the porch of the Saloon and looked at the groups. "I don't know why we should stand and watch this. We could take these guys out in no time, right?"

The ice mage looked to his left and noticed that no one was standing next to him. "Huh? Where'd you get to-" he paused as he looked at the shine of the thin, neon green wires that were snaking their way towards the bandits. The wires were barely visible, even with the sunlight shining on them, which made it all the easier to set this trap up.

Monroe looked at the sun light and smiled. "Almost..." he whispered as the sun reached the area. In a flash, all of the men in the standoff reached for their weapons, but the group of bandits hadn't moved more than an inch before they found themselves being entangled and and bound. "Well, that was pointless," Monroe stated as he looked at the Sherif and Deputy.

"Don't worry, they're not any more threat," the amateur sorcerer said as he walked towards the two law bringers. The Sherif's hand shook as he pointed his gun at Zachary and began to shrink back.

"S-stay back! We-we don't like your kind 'round here!" he said.

"Oh great... this again," the ice mage muttered as he looked at the man. The Sherif and Deputy moved to strike, but before they could, the ice mage had punched out the Sherif. The Deputy ran with all speed away, but before he could get too far, Monroe jerked his hand back and pulled the Deputy by his feet backwards, accidentally throwing the man into the saloon.

"Not good," Monroe whispered as he heard the Deputy requesting the help of anyone in there. "Get Ready, Zachary. We might have a fight on our hands, if there are any other travelers. If not, we can get out of here," the man muttered as he pulled the wires attached to the fingers of his right hand and swung the bandits and released them so they went flying into the desert. "If they make it back, they deserve to live," the Quincy said as he leapt down and stood next to Zachary.

"And now... should we start moving? I don't think that anyone in there is going to wait too long to come and try to stop us."

"I fully agree... but I'm kinda interested to see what's going on in this town."

The Replicator nodded. "Yeah, you're right. After all, we're not here every day, so who knows. We might find ourselves something worthwhile."

OoC: Now then, you can have your characters be in the Saloon, or enter any other way. I leave it to you as to what happens next. ^_^