[b][u]The Distance Between | Epilogue[/u][/b] [i]The bloody and scorched armor of the Court Knight lay in the plaza before the main gates. The renegades revel in their hard fought victory, but it doesn't last long: Almost as if they were waiting for the outcome of the battle, Dante Savona dashes out with his nagamaki, injuring everyone with one fell swing. "I can't fathom this... A generous offer. A miracle for a reward. And you all turned it down." A fury cry raises his suspicion as he puts his sword behind his back, blocking the arming sword of a female woman. From another corner in the plaza, a man runs past two soldiers, axes drawn. Behind him, an energetic Hecate dashes to catch him. But as they are corralled into the plaza with the Warriors, a windy haze seeps into the square, hiding the cobblestone ground. The Guardsmen draw their weapons, slowly approaching a cone of smoke in the center. And as the two newcomers are put to the sword, a blast of wind and the while knocks them back. From the center of the blast, the shrouded man, the self-proclaimed marauder, emerges. "Apologies, my princess, but death is for another day." He waves his hand, rallying the surviving hunters. The origin of the smoke can be seen in his palm. A sword, an abnormally long, abnormally beautiful Falcata: the plague-like mist flowing from its grooves and edges. The smoke winds out, elongating the sword as the man swipes it across the closed gates, cutting it cleanly in half and opening an escape. The renegades run, fearing the following might as even more Court Knights file into the plaza. But the do not follow. Instead, they wait, for their princess, too, waits in the court, pondering the next move she can make. "There is nowhere to run. And nowhere to hide. It's time we stopped letting the guests make the first move..."[/i]