"I...My name's Jacob." He spoke as he looked Greg over. He looked like either a Samurai from the Kingdom or perhaps a Casualry.
"I'm Greg," he replied as he helped him up.
Jacob shook his head and looked back toward him. "Which direction are we in from the Kingdom?"
Greg returned a confused look. "Do...Do you mean Kiradia?"
"Kiradia? No, I mean Mikado."
Greg was all too confused now. "Mikado? Where's that?"
"Y-you mean...this isn't..." Jacob grabbed his head as his headache grew.
"You've obviously been through a lot. Here, take a rest, then we'll-" Greg began when something emerged from the bushes. The man had a rough face, long brown hair with leather clothing, blood across his body with three arrows in him and wielding two swords. He approached Greg with his sword drawn.
"A human...You're just a fool for helping this one, now go!" The man raised his hand to strike them when Greg blocked the blow with his blade. As he held the blade, the man freed his other hand and knocked Greg down. He stood above Greg when he was suddenly hit by something and disappeared with a painful howl. Jacob had his rifle out, the barrel smoking as he laid on his back, holding it with one hand. He fell onto his back more as Greg walked over and helped you up.
"You okay?" Jacob asked as he was lifted to his feet.
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