The flat of the curved sword slammed straight into the redhead's face, breaking his nose for a brief moment and sending him a step back. Recovering instantaneously, the resident snarled and drew into a hunting crouch, ready to spring at Archer before Tom's telekinesis pinned him to the floor in an ungainly sprawl.
"The human woman seems to already have a healer, so I will settle for aiding this one. If you could make yourself useful and find a way to restrain this creature, and post haste, I would appreciate it. I would like to get back to reading."
"Guuuurrrrraaah!"
The redhead let out a guttural sound as he, through pure strength alone, shatter the binding placed on him. Springing back in that brief second of disorientation, Lucas grabbed the bed and swung so fast it blurred, using an overhead strike that buried it firmly in the ceiling. Snarling again, he moved to bring it down from the ceiling to throw again - or would have.
The stake that went straight through his head disavowed him of that notion rather quickly.
"Forgive me the insult I have given you by intruding without invitation, miss, but I am here on a matter of... personal integrity."
The white haired man that stepped through the hole was finely dressed, and stood quietly as the dark, temporary passage behind him slowly closed. He paused for a moment before speaking, elegantly poised and with a stately manner. His voice was smooth with an odd accent slightly coloring his words - it was clear English was not his first language.
"You see, this… being here has, most rudely, escaped the custody of my associates and myself after entreating us to battle. I have come to recover him so that we may met out a certain level of punishment - for as you may know," his voice was slightly tempered with a strange, unidentifiable emotion "The punishment must fit the crime."
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Wanderer did not wave back to the girl as he walked away from the two of them. She could find her own way just fine. Even if she misunderstood what he had said it had merely been a whim of pity, and not much else. He continued walking through the snow for some time. It was quiet out, the snow dampening all noise until the world was reduced to a hushed voice, the sound of gentle snow calming everything around it. He kept walking.
The snow increased in speed and size as he wandered, until the world around him seemed to be completely white. The wind did not bother him, because he was absorbed in his thoughts. The cold did not bother him, because he did not feel it. The tower before him did not bother him, because he felt no malice from it even as it sprouted into being in the middle of his path. The wanderer did not shy away from it, and walked on.
The path at the base of the tower led him on a winding road for a ways, until he came to the center, packed with fallen snow. A girl was lying there, her red hair standing out vibrantly against the white surrounding her. She was clearly hurt. Wanderer observed her dispassionately for a moment.
"...Can you stand?"
He could feel the power of a god emanating from her, wintery and cold, in colors of grey and blue, but he did not fear her. He quietly walked a little closer to her and crouched down, the brim of his hat still hiding his inhuman eyes.
"Don't try to get up if you can't."