A white light flashed around the fountain at the center of Soleda, and in the blink of an eye, four people splashed over the bricks like a dropped fish-cake.
"Woah?"
"Hah!"
The passerby gasped and shuddered, but no one approached them. The crowd had waned thanks to the night and the lights had been dialed down a good notch, leaving them with a much smaller audience than their stunt would have attracted.
Groaning, Elric hopped off from above the group and stepped to the side. He stretched his back and then his hands above his head as the others winced from the sudden teleport.
"Haah, I'll kill for a bed right now."
Claude was the second to recover. His body was riddled with cuts, shallow and deep, in his attempt to protect the other three. He had been largely successful, but it came at a cost.
Nonetheless, the young man, already used to such pain, stood up and stretched as well.
"I am hungry…" he muttered.