Fighting the two marshals -1

"Ha... ha... ha..." Marshal Xanox ran as if his life depended on it—and it likely did.

Several pieces of his epic, assembled armor set had fallen off, and others were cracked. Blood poured from his nose and mouth in large quantities, and his limping gait suggested something was seriously wrong with his leg. Yet he kept running, weaving between buildings and rubble in a desperate attempt to hide.

But his frantic escape was short-lived.

"Found you!"

"Kiiehh!!" Xanox felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his heart in terror the moment he saw that familiar face. "Kiiikk!!" Without waiting to see what would happen next, he turned and bolted in the opposite direction.