"What do you want?" The young lord managed to speak.
"What do I want? Well…"
"That won't be today." Rafire interrupted as he brushed away the last wood splinters on his feathers.
"The belt belongs to the town and its people."
Mark turned and looked at Flit, wondering if there was a history between the belt and the town that he was not privy to, but the spirit guardian simply shook his head in uncertainty.
"You! You're out prisoner. How did you get here? Where is the man?" Rafire roared at the guards, they however only seemed confused and scared.
"Later." Mark bent his hand in a sort of salute, a gesture that he was scraming away.
"Oh no you don't. Not with the belt of greater will."
Mark burst through the upper floors and eventually the thick wooden roof, Rafire trailed him.
The two were just outside ready to trade blows when a loud powerful voice called to them from below.
