Hope frowned and watched him. "Why?" Jillian slid off the dragon and took a step towards Taliset. "She didnt mean it. Let's just get back on and I'll have a word with her. Children are a bit grumpy at this age, right? So why dont you just let me handle her and she'll be kissing your hand in no time... ok?"
B, barely even phased by the long run, started to slow greatly as he approached a group of bandits, each eying him as their next kill. They particularly eyed his armor, seeing as it was an unknown kind, and as far as they knew, the only suit in the entire country. The leader of the group approached him slowly as two others crouched in the branches of trees on the sides of the road. "That's some fancy armor you have there.. I'll make a dead. You give us the armor and all your belongings, and we might let you go. Might." B thought for a moment and grinned, raising his rifle and firing a slug into the head of the leader.