Jessi lets out a loud sigh as he places his malfunctioning weapon onto a nearby desk covered in clutter and the parts of various machines from a past world, which barely anything was known about. He turns to the girl and pulls a piece of ragged cloth from under her. "You really understand what I mean when I tell you not to come in here."

The girl smiles at him. "Oh, come on now Jessi. You know how I feel about this techno stuff you have; it's fun learning of ancient life."

Jessi is about to retort before collecting himself and replying. "Look, Kia, you know that anything I find out, I share - when I am asked about it, not when it's stolen from me." He doesn't really want anyone entering his abode, especially someone who enjoys stealing his research for their own gain.

Kia sighs and leaps off the workbench she has decided to perch on. She lands on the floor and brushes her fringe from her eyes before walking over to the downed hunter, who is still laying on the floor in disbelief at the fact she has attempted to attack him. "Come on Mr. Hunter; Manz wanted to speak to you about something boring."

He stares at her in disbelief. "If Jessi wasn't paying attention you could have hit me! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he screeches in anger at the actions taken by the girl.

Jessi giggles to himself before turning and looking at the two of them having their spat. "Figit, you need to calm down - if she really wanted to hit you she would try it now, not only then. And her accuracy is impressive. She would have only grazed your neck even if she had hit you."

Kia smiles and winks before running out of the shack covered in past commodities. Figit is about to complain before realising the feline boy is glaring at him, so without saying anything he unsheathes the weapon from his back and throws it harshly onto a makeshift workbench Jessi had created. Without missing a beat Jessi turns his attention to the mistreatment of his toys and spouts, "Look, Figit, I understand you don't like using those things, but you have to be careful with them. They're very fragile, and I still have so much I can learn from them."

Figit gives him a fake smile before walking over to a rusted metal locker located in a corner of Jessi's shack. He pulls out a sword with a stone blade the length of his arm and a wooden handle with small symbols etched into it, then a wooden bow mostly covered in rubberised vines that also function as the string. He places them both onto his back before turning to Jessi. "You really should focus on hunting rather than this junk; it's your job to get the people here food, rather than fix weaponry that doesn't even work when you need it to."

Jessi continues tinkering with his device until the hunter gives up on lecturing him and walks out the door. As soon as the door shuts Jessi lets go of the technological failure he is attempting to fix and diverts his attention to his right arm. He carefully removes his cloak, which has attached itself to his bloody wound; the creature he had attempted to fight had gained advantage over his technology quite a few times due to the device's malfunctions, resulting in a large cut across Jessi's upper arm.

He searches around his heap of broken machinery until he is able to locate some torn cloth he has saved after a mechanical fault that resulted in his previous shirt being damaged. He wraps the cloth around his arm tightly, in an attempt to halt the blood loss and hopefully prevent the wound from becoming infected or gangrenous.


Figit pushes aside the ragged cloth that is acting as a doorway into the main chamber of the building which is supposedly the most important in the village, not that you can tell from the look of the crumbling structure. He walks over to the back wall, where a young girl is situated, her feet up and over the side of the throne she is sat on. She smiles as she sees the hunter has returned from his expedition outside the walls. "Hey Figi, nice to see you're still going strong."

Figit glares at her and stretches his arm behind his back, preparing to unsheathe his sword, but before he can remove the weapon a pike is thrust towards his throat and a rough voice warns, "You might not want to do that, hunter - but I will let it be your choice."

The girl sat on the throne kicks her legs off of the arm of the chair and stands up, walking to the pinned hunter and her over-protective guard and whispers in his ear. "Listen, Lion Boy. Stop being a butt and settle down; if Figi here wanted to fight me then I would gladly let him."

The startled guard withdraws his weapon and slowly backs away, ashamed of the events that have just unfolded. Figit turns to the bossy woman, who has decided to relax back into her throne. "Thanks for that, but will you stop calling me 'Figi' already? There is a 'T' on the end, in case you hadn't realised."

The girl smiles and replies, "Whatever. Figit, Figi - what's the difference? Anyway I didn't ask you here to call you names. Your little friend Snake Eye was able to bring me some information on our neighbouring province - and frenemy - Nau. Apparently they have a new leader, a great warrior who has an amazing ability to screech like a bat. He also seems to be very fond of crystals, which is an issue because he's claimed any he has been able to find, and Nau is running out."

The hunter lets out a sigh while cracking his back. "This is all quite interesting Manz, but I don't see what this has to do with me. I get food; I am a hunter, not a warrior like your little pet lion. This doesn't involve me."

Figit quickly turns his head as he hears the sharp thud of something metallic hitting the floor, finally registering the presence of the ranger he thought he had just escaped from. "First of all, 'Snake Eye' has a name - Kia," she scolds Manz. "Say it with me now: K-I-A. And Figit, this does involve you, since you are going to head on out with your feline tech freak, me, the boss here, and the assassin. And we are going to beat the hell out of this bat-man."