Monroe looked at the deputy as he launched him over the arch and onto the sands just outside. He'd be fine. After all, no one had died, and Monroe and Zachary would be through soon enough. The Quincy took a few steps before his red haired associated caught up. Both crossed their arms and kept walking onwards, after all, who else would interfere with them here?

Something, probably someone yelling, made it to the two, but both kept walking. They were nearing the arch at the other side of town, which meant they were almost out. Still, a man that was completely cloaked in total darkness leapt in front of the two and cut them off from their almost escape. "Okay..." the dark clad archer said as he looked back to see a woman with a thick coat on. "I'm guessing you want us to stop?" the Quincy asked in an almost insultingly mocking tone as he looked at the man.

Taking their measure, the former assassin judged the two somewhat wanting. "Don't tell me, you're the town jester here to entertain us before we leave, right?" Monroe said, bending over and clapping his hands blatantly insultingly at the strange, dark figure.

However, despite his facade on the outside, the dark clad archer knew the truth. Reiatsu isn't everything. It's only a good determination of magical and spiritual energy. Even if these two aren't ultra powerful in terms of spiritual or magical powers, that doesn't mean they're not powerful. Better think again before I'm on the receiving end of an unpleasant attack.

Zachary looked at the black dressed man and quirked an eyebrow. "What... in the world-" he found himself almost finishing the question before he looked back slightly and raised his arm. A powerful strike from the shaft of the spear caused him to slide a few inches closer to Monroe and left the spear vibrating in its holder's hands.

"That was close," the Replicator noted as he his hands were now covered in their armor, a response quick enough to save him from having a broken arm. The ice mage looked at the woman's spear and turned around. The archer and the mage moved back to back, the Quincy looking at the dark warrior, and the Replicator staring at the lance wielder.

Snow and fire began to circle around Zachary's right and left arms, respectively and flowed into his hands, forming his short swords Azul and Rosso as he grasped the hilts. The man crossed his blades over his chest and looked at the woman. "We're in a tight spot!"

Despite this fact, the archer took a few steps forwards and looked at the mask, jamming his hands into his pockets so only his thumbs could be seen. "Yes, it seems we're now trapped," he said in the same degrading tone he had been using up to that. Despite the fact it was almost dripping sarcasm and insult, Zachary didn't quite catch this fact.

The dark warrior did, however, and quickly threw a quick punch. "Hmm?" the Quincy asked as he dodged slightly to the left to evade the punch. A second punch followed almost immediately after the first, but this one was caught by the quick movement of the former assassin's hand from his pocket to the fist. Monroe was pushed back a few inches after he caught the punch, so the black warrior's arm was completely extended.

"Good, you're not weak. This could be fun then... still, not much room," Monroe noted as he glanced one eye back at Zachary. "What should we do?"

"Stupid question," the Replicator said as he kept his blades crossed over his chest. "That question answers itself."

"Right!" the Quincy responded as he pushed Black Shisho's hand aside and leapt upwards an onto a roof and looked down at the fighter. "Come get me. If you don't, you might regret it."

The amateur sorcerer wasted no time as well as he sidestepped a downward strike from the woman's spear and dashed off, skidding a stop and turning around to look at this lancer. Zachary held his blades in front of himself and smiled. "This could be fun," he noted, having luckily had a few experience with fighting lance users in the past.