Mean while, the waitress who assisted her had been clearly looser than a wagon wheel, as all of the women inside seemed to be. Obviously they thought she was nothing compared to their apparent beauty, but Mist was lovely in her own way. These women however...their attitudes alone gave away to their occupations, tramps. It didn't help that plenty of the clientele looked like vagabonds, or were drunken knights in need of sobering up and a shower. Knowing she was just slightly underage, the waitress brought Mist a large mug of a hot and steaming liquid that smelled of chocolate, not too sure what it was Mist took a sip and smiled at the test, content that there was no alcohol. "For a cold winters night love, best watch yerself around here. Not all these men would look away from a child like you." This waitress was quite nice compared to the others she had met, and Mist gave her a small smile. "Thank you." And watched as the woman returned to her post behind the bar. It was then that Mist's ultramarine eyes landed on a rather round and quite small looking man, his face hidden beneath a large silver helmet. He looked out of place with the rest of the people she had seen in town, almost from another country altogether, much like herself. As the group of soldiers stood and prepared to leave, Mist turned in her booth a bit so that the cloak hid her sword and staff more easily; she couldn't be too lax of caution around these men. And of course they went straight for the stranger, going so far as to take his pint. Watching in silence, Mist's eyes raised an eyebrow as she heard Altea shouted from the drunken soldier supposedly called Kregus. "Altea is where Prince Marth is from. Maybe this knight would know him or Brother?" Mist watched the stranger, missing a few parts of their conversation, only to see weapons drawn and eyes flashing dangerously. Before she could even trace the movements, the stranger had risen, wings seeming to protrude from his back as nearly half of the bar's patrons went scattering about the streets in fear of a fight. "No one can move that quickly." Lowering a hand to the hilt at her waist, Mist's fingers locked around the handle preparing to draw her blade in case she needed to. If this man was an Altean, perhaps she could talk with him. Waiting, Mist watched the drunken knights to see if they would leave. If a fight erupted, she wouldn't hesitate to help the stranger, although it seemed he would be fine on his own.

By now the bar or pub was virtually empty, there couldn't be anyone left in the bar now, there just couldn't be. Or so he thought, because Meta Naito found himself grabbed from behind by the other two knights who regained their marbles, after being stunned by his wings… "An unwise move, stranger .." snorted Kregus angrily "Unwise indeed"Meta Naito thought ... As he slipped out of their grip leaving both Knights stupefied As his cape wringed around him causing him to disappear again and slip like a rope between the knights arms allowing him to fall between them ... And sneak away... "WHERE'D HE GO?" He was toying with them, compared to him they were relatively weak, and the only real damage they could possibly do would be stumbling over each other.

Once they found him, they managed to back Meta Naito into the back of the bar. That would be connected toward the pub; Meta Naito had a quick second to shift an eye toward the farthest booth on the other side of the room. "I don't believe it...Right way, he knew upon the description given by Ike who this was." NO WHERE TO RUN! "Meta Naitos attention was redirected, as the two other drunken soldiers thought it would be a brilliant idea to lunge toward him dive after him … Only causing Meta Naito to dodge the effort, and counter the attack. Starting by stopping the lunge, by grabbing hold of the collar of mans armour, and pulling him down to his hands and knees. Stomping him into the ground, crushing his spine, with a move called quick stomping, which was an attack consisting of a series of stomps, at a high rate of speed upon the back of the target. The knight screamed in agony, his back now broken unable to move. From behind, the other knight approached. Meta Naito disappeared before he could grab him, pulling a manoeuvre known as the dimensional cape; he could teleport any where he pleased, this time behind the soldier. Meta Naito nabbed the soldier from behind and turned him around, the large claw at the end of his wing would proceed to pierce him in the face. Causing blood to slightly splatter upon his mask. Before delivering a back flip kick to his face, below the jaw breaking it . And then finished him off by tossing him out the front window with a side throw. There was a loud SMASH!

Kregus's face contorted with shock. "How did he down my boys so easily?" He hid, Kregus wasn't as drunk as the other two knights, he now realized who he was dealing with. "The legend is true... " Heh, is'nt there a reward for his carcass?" he thought."25,000 shillings was it?"

Checking over quickly for a few moments, Meta Naito sheathed his sword, and returned to the bar. Where he was able to quietly unbuckle his mask, which was held by two fitted reinforced heavy blue silvery leather straps, through a specially designed buckle that accentuated his his mask. And set it aside, so he could to enjoy that pint left for him previously, as a small celebration of his victory...

Mist could only stare with both intrigue and utter shock at how quickly Meta Naito was able to fall a man completely with such ease. The entire pub was completely empty save for Mist, the barmaid - who was currently hiding behind the counter - Meta Naito and the knights. The sound of the mans jaw crunching beneath his steel toes rattled her down to her very core.

Though she had been through an entire war, and killed people with her own hands, the sight of the blood brought back memories from that year on the battlefields. Closing her eyes a moment, Mist took a drink of the chocolate, letting the heat surge through her body, and taking away the chill that was causing Goosebumps all over her arms. Looking back at the men, she could have sworn Meta Naito locked eyes with her for a moment before turning away. Glancing at the defeated knight and all the others, Mist saw Kregus raise a blade behind the strangers back. Without a second thought, she threw a dagger that she kept with her at all times, hitting him in the back, close to his right shoulder blade severing part of his sub clavian artery in the process ."Stabbing a man behind his back like that is disgraceful. Didn't you learn that when you were a student?" Mist raised her voice and glared at Kregus. While her throwing the dagger was quite similar, she did so only in the means of protection, not murder but he would surely pass due blood loss .He left her no choice, but even so, she still had her grace as a fighter. Knowing that she was now involved in this fight, Mist did not hesitate to reveal her sword and staff and stood up from the table. "You've lost this fight, Kregus, was it?" Holding up her staff, Mist looked at the knight laying on the floor in his own pool of blood. "I'll heal your friends' wounds in order to save his life, and you'll leave. Or you won't be fighting just one." With this Mist looked at Meta Naito and nodded her head. "An ally of Altea is certainly an ally of mine."

The strange sound of muffled silence was foolish soldiers' downfall, unfortunately it didn't give Meta Naito much of a chance to react, the lighting had been dimmed to only a few spare lanterns. That weren't destroyed by the chaos, that nearly brought down the little tavern and pub. The quietness enabled Meta Naito to notice a clock ticking behind the counter, its pendulum swaying back and forth inside its little cabinet. For a moment his eyes would turn green. Every where he went there was always some sort of trouble to be found… If he was captured or even killed his body would be worth well over a fortune. His mask was very valuable it was too risky if left by its lonesome ... It would be his humiliation if stolen… For not everyone would take him so seriously anymore.. Those who look upon his naked face are endeared by it. He would rather keep those numbers to a only person so far he had allowed to call him adorable was Prince Marth, who happened treat his wounded Defender several times in the past, that required him to be unhelmed . Marth had asked Meta Naito, to take the time to better himself before Altea, despite him already being top notch, Marth sensed he was struggling and neglecting himself and his health. Marth wasn't sure as to why, and was left a little stung by Meta Naitos actions the day he left, he seemed almost uncaring. Continuing to ponder why as he galloped away. When it came to love and affection, very few people made it on Meta Naitos list other than Marth. With that being said, he cared for basically no one.. Meta Naito closed his eyes for a moment, as he casually took in a large portion of his pint .

The pleasantness would fade, as he would hear Kregus sputter about him... pointing in his direction...

"That's...*swallows* the ...legendary... Defender ...of ...The Hero...of Anri..."

He was indeed more than just a "stranger" He was a legend, his reputation with Altea stretched way back in time, during the war against Night mare. It was rumoured he had saved earth from certain doom, during the universal invasion of demon beasts, that varied in different sizes difficulty and ranks. Earth was hit with some of the worst, and sadly the most difficult and strongest of his creations, wiping out many of Alteas finest. Except one Anri, who would later grow up and go on to defeat and slay Medeus, later to be crowned the first king of Altea. Lighting from the table's candles and lanterns, to be the only source of lighting… He would shift one of his oversized Icy blue white eyes to glance toward his right paldron, his brow stuck in a furrow ... He was more than certain now that their were going to be questions seeking to be answered later on. It would appear more than his face was going to be uncovered tonight.

"And don't ...*groan* bother. I 'm already done for… Meta Naito took another sip of his pint, as Kregus continued … Females can't fight to save their own lives.… Surprised you got this far… but fate ...*groan* will catch up to ya ... he would grin revealing blood stained teeth

Before fading ..

Meta Naito placed his pint back upon the table.. It hit the surface with a dull plink as he sat before the lantern admiring the small amount of warmth it gave off for a moment .Then, reached his hand over to obtain his resting mask.

Speaking in his handsome voice... Keeping his back to her for a moment. He reflected on what had just taken place. "I pray for his soul, this town is far from being saved. That man yearns for death to end his suffering. Pity, his behaviour suggested a troubled history. Dealing with injuries to not only his pride, but to his mental well being, the life of a warrior anything but forgiving."

Meta Naito turned to face her now." Forgive me, for not thanking you properly." He said warmly as he quickly fastened the last buckle that held his mask in place. Jumping off from his stool to stand off to her side in front of her and bow respectively.."I Am Meta Naito Defender of the Hero …""You must be Mist the younger sibling of Aiku.. " "More than a pleasure to be in your presence.. "

A russet eyebrow raised as Mist watched Kregus speak between gasps for air, if the stranger really was who he claimed, then Mist knew exactly who this stranger was based on folklore and rumour alone. "Now see Kregus, that's where you're wrong. A woman can survive anything, as can any man. Remember that fate can be changed." She watched as he passed, closing her ultramarine eyes and saying a soft prayer for his soul. Leaning down, Mist closed his still half open eyes and stood up slowly, looking at the stranger. Though skilled with a staff, the beatings from the previous fight were only the icing on a cake as Mist used her dagger for further disabling the rambunctious knight. He could not have been saved, his body was internally damaged. "Defender of the Hero? Would you happen to know my elder brother? "She had asked softly, retrieving her dagger and wiping it clean with a pure white handkerchief, crumpling the fabric in her fist and looking at him again. Returning the dagger to her waist, Mist bowed respectfully to the small warrior and a light smile passed her lips, a slight laugh escaping. "It seems we both know of each other already.""Yes, Aiku is my elder brother. But I had never thought I would meet you in a place like this. It's very nice to meet you Meta Naito-sama. I trust, you didn't sustain any sort of injury from that..." Mist pursed her lips a moment, searching for the right word. "Skirmish? That may be the best way to describe this set of events." Walking over to the bar, Mist set down a small satchel of money and nodded to the barmaid. "For the trouble, and the hot chocolate." Clearing her throat, Mist tapped a fingernail on the bar twice and then turned to watch the Defender who already knew her as she knew of him. "What brings you so far from Altea?"

To be absolutely honest with you Misuto." He began as he still kept close his brilliant white extra long cape with a deep greyish violet lining on the inside as he stood beside her upon the bar table .. He doubted anyone would dare return after what had just occurred He looked down at the bar maid huddled below who shyly grabbed the money off the table before he redirected his attention out the door A cool chilly wind had started to creep inside...And snow had once again fell.. "I had been sent exclusively by your brother to seek you out ... His affections for you had weighed heavily on his conscience, making his own tasks and duties given to him by Prince Marth, next to impossible to complete... I had offered to risk my own life, to ensure the safety of his own to find you… "Meta Natios eyes would burn a pale shade of jade, as he then turned to face her, his eyes still aglow with an emerald color. " For I know your brother is all the family you have left.." Meta Naito extended an slightly bulbous, ivory gloved little hand in the direction of the barmaid. Who had dropped a small key into his hand. his eyes would shift to his right a smidge, giving her a semi proper thank you. "Come." He said as he stepped off the table and onto the floor landing with a soft thump, that suggested he was indeed of a light weight ."There is an Inn on the second floor, we leave at dawn a rather long journey awaits, we cannot risk venturing outward at this time. With the visibility reduced to about zero." He said as he headed toward the left end of the bar, and proceeded up the small flight of stairs, his cape still wrapped snugly over his diminutive body. While his Galaxia clanked against his side in its sheath, as he stepped up the stairs. He paused at the top of the landing, turning around to face her and await her to follow patiently.

Mist nodded and silently followed Meta Naito up the stairs onto the second level, eyeing the minimal decor. Once inside the single room, Mist was able to think about what he had said to her downstairs in the bar. Ike had asked him to seek her out and make sure she was well protected. And while Mist was grateful to know that Ike was worried about her, she still didn't understand why he couldn't see that she was quite capable of taking care of herself. Yes, Mist wasn't a magnificent fighter, but they had survived several battles and two wars together, surely Ike realized that Mist could handle her own life. A few hours later, Mist had woken up from a restless sleep to find the window open and Meta Naito missing. Pulling on her boots quickly, Mist stopped and listened to the wind, glancing out the window and staring at the snow capped buildings of the town. It was silent, but she had this feeling that someone was near with malicious intent. Walking over to the window, Mist leaned out and looked down, but there wasn't anything to be seen. Her breath came out looking like small puffs of smoke, flakes falling gently to the ground. "Naito-sama?" She whispered to herself without really thinking too much about the chances of him being in the main door to the bar was opened silently, and a tall woman with long deep green hair and crimson eyes looked around, smelling blood that had been spilt earlier. She was here to find someone, and when she did, she would relish the destruction.