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CON

Con watched as Hades launched the pommel of his knife into his codpiece. It struck, but did nothing. This was then followed up with a kick to the same spot, which also did nothing.

“Your
armor may be resistant
to the energy of my
sword, but how many
physical blows can it
take?” Hades commented

“A lot,” Con replied as he pulled out a boot knife. “This,” he said, tapping his chest plate, “This is Beskar Steel, the armor of Mandalorian Warriors. Nothing can pierce it. Nothing at all…” Con said as he moved towards the window. “Now I’m gonna go keep an eye out, goodnight.”

And with that, Con opened up the window and vaulted out. He fell a few feet before igniting his jetpack and flying up onto the roof.

When he landed, Con immediately knelt down and began trying to send out a distress signal. But no response. Either he didn’t have enough power, or…he was in an entirely different universe.

Shaking his head, Con fell back against a chimney and fell asleep.

MILES

Miles drank his beer and thought. The beer was good, which was great. Miles sat and watched the people, wondering all the while.

A group of noisy people came in, one of the group looked very young, while the others were older, though looking men. They looked like the type of warriors the Mortunds needed. Especially if they were gonna try and Capture Malterra…Miles shivered at the thought. Although he knew he had to be the one to face Emperor Saevus, he knew…that was beyond him at the moment.

Miles watched the group with interest. The bartender gave out ‘normal’ drinks to the older men, while the boy was served a drink that was on fire. The fire burned off and Miles watched as the boy drank it.

Curious, Miles got up and, chainmail jingling, walked up to the bar. When he reached the bar part of that group was watching him closely. Ordering another beer, Miles leaned on the counter and drank silently. Until…

Please, surprise Miles, Folks lol