Target on Your Back {open}

[Guts Blackhound]

Guts merely kept walking as Twilight begun to talk again, listening to her explanation. It appeared that technology was far more advanced in this world then he had given it credit for, although that didn't stop almost half of it from sailing completely over his head. This wasn't his area of expertise. He was more suited to fighting or labor, that he could understand. Use strength or sword to solve the problem and that would be it, no further thinking and no overly complicated nonsense to go with it. If Rickert had been here, however, he would have been hanging on Twilights every word. The boy had always been curious and ingenious, able to put together or repair a crossbow better then almost anyone else in the Hawks and that was before he had met Godo. The boy had been responsible for the creation of his artificial hand, although he'd had some help from Godo, and had helped to repair his sword and armor after he returned the first time. The boy was a genius and he would have been right at home with this girl.
Nevertheless, he got a basic gist. They were like carriages that didn't need a horse, and apparently the machine engine, the thing that ran it, was at the front.

Hearing a screech from up ahead, Guts turned his head to see another of those 'Cars' approaching them at a rapid pace. He was about to call for Twilight to move out of the way, but she had already long since transplanted herself from the street, leaving him completely on his own. Just him and a giant of metal barreling towards him at high speed, intent on trampling him under foot. So far, the only bump in his routine was that he was battling a Car.
Rather then duck for cover or jump out of the way, he took two quick steps to the left and just stared at the car for a brief second. He brought his sword back, eye trained on the automobile that barreled towards him at high speeds. His grip tightened and he simply waited a brief instant longer.
It's just like any other monster. Wait for it to get close, strike before it passes, and it will fall.

Reaching his sword back a bit further, eye narrowing and a frown pressing itself across his features, he lunged forwards. As he unleashed his blades strike in a diagonal arc. He roared as he performed the attack, bellowing at the oncoming car with an almost primal fury. 

[Twilight Sparkle]

He wasn't. Guts seriously wasn't thinking of taking on a car with a sword. Sure, if he had his full powers or abilities or what have you, he might have done something, but Twilight knew that he'd just gotten here. Guts was a large man; his sword was large, but it was highly unlikely that he was going to manage to really damage the car with his weapon. It was far more likely that the speeding vehicle would launch the weapon from the warrior's hand, carrying it off through sheer momentum. Twilight could only wince and try to cry out, knowing full well that she was definitely too late.

The car barreled forward. The sword definitely affected it, hitting against the car and skittering across the roof. Sparks flew everywhere and the hood of the car would definitely bare the blow. By the time the weapon connected with the windshield, there would be enough force to still crack, though not much else. The car swerved, the driver obviously unnerved by the attack but still unharmed. The car itself didn't look great, but it was obviously running fine: it sped off, likely sped on by fear.

"What were you thinking?" demanded Twilight. She'd gotten to her feet and was looking over at Guts. As usual, her teleportation had left her drained, though Twilight took some solace in the knowledge that it hadn't left her nearly as dizzy and out of it as she'd felt last time. "You can't attack a car with a sword! At least not until you get your powers back or whatever! What did you think was going to happen? Are you hurt? You're lucky you're not bleeding--"

Twilight paused, realizing that they were definitely causing a scene. People were gathering, mostly staring at Guts, though a few were looking to the teleporting girl with the purple hair too. Wasn't a huge leap to figure they'd encountered a medieval adventuring duo: knight and witch. Jitterbugs were out and flashing, and several people were calling: the word "suit" rang in the air.

[Guts Blackhound]

To say things had gone poorly would have been an understatement. He had expected his blade to slice through the oncoming foe, rending it asunder or perhaps even embedding itself in the shell that surrounded it. He had fought armored knights with this blade and had cut through them with relative ease, and given the creature barreling towards him was metal he simply expected the same thing to happen again. And on the off chance it was hardy enough to survive the attack he had a feeling it would have damaged it.

Guts learned all to late that he had things the wrong way around. The collision sent the blade flying back from his hands and cluttering to the ground behind him. The black swordsman, on the other hand, was sent spinning onto the ground below as the car swerved by.
He was stationary for a moment, lying flat on his back and staring up into the sky blankly with a grumble until Twilight begun talking.

If he wasn't dizzy he would have appreciated the irony of this moment mirroring their original meeting just a moment ago. Only, this time, he had been the one to get knocked to the ground by a car.
"Urgh..." Slowly, although with a wince, he sat up."Give me a minute." With a grumble he slowly shifted himself up onto the sidewalk, using both his arms to move him over. However, the motion caused a sharp pain to run up his right arm, making him stumble back somewhat again. Turning to survey his arm, he discovered the reason for the discomfort: He had dislocated it with the slash.

Aside from dirt, Guts had a few scratches and gashes on his person, along with some minor grazes on the right side of his face which had been the side he had landed on. He was sore, he was dizzy and above all aggravated. Not just by his defeat at the hands of the 'Car', but because of the gathering crowd and the odd flashes of light coming from...something. Sparing a glance at his sword, he felt some relief that the weapon had come out of it unharmed. The blade was a sturdy thing thankfully, but he had noticed it's weight was greater in this world then in his homeland. He felt weaker here, and it baffled him.

All things considered, Guts had gotten off lucky despite the world still spinning and his body just plain hurting.

[Twilight Sparkle]

Twilight wasn't an expert on human anatomy. It wasn't for lack of trying: Twilight had picked up several textbooks shortly after her arrival and poured over them with the kind of dedication one would expect of a bookworm. But there were still bits and pieces that she didn't quite understand. So when she looked over Guts, trying to figure out what was wrong, she was working mostly from that flawed understanding. Even with that, however, Twilight found herself frowning.

The frown deepened as Twilight looked around her. People; lots of people, had gathered and were staring. You'd think they'd have gotten used to stuff like this. Still, Twilight knew it was probably a good idea to be somewhere else, tempted though she was to wait and explain her situation to the suits. Considering that Guts's weapon wasn't registered yet, well...

"Come on," said Twilight. She bent over to try and tug Guts to his feet, which was almost comical, given their size difference. Twilight would use her magic if she had to. "We need to get moving. The suits are going to be here any minute, and they're not going to appreciate you using an unregistered weapon to attack a vehicle, even if it was heading for us first."

Twilight needed Guts on his feet, and she needed to get them moving. As soon as he was upright, Guts would find Twilight hurrying him along, possibly even prodding with magic if that was what it took. She could only hope that the people didn't try and stop them or cause even more of a ruckus.

[Guts Blackhound]

Guts felt Twilight begin to tug him to his feet, looking at the purple haired girl who had now grown two twins to either side. He blinked, shaking his head as he delicately got to his feet. He stopped briefly to rest his left arm on her shoulder, using Twilight as a support of sorts so that he could get used to being on his feet after that collision.

If he was able to think clearly he would have been annoyed and baffled by how badly he had been effected by the blow. It hadn't even been a direct hit and it had done so much damage, although he thanked that on the fact he'd taken steps to the side before he'd tried to swing his sword at the car that was coming towards him. How else was he supposed to react to the thing, simply stand there and let it hit him? Although, Twilights explanation was now all the more fitting: They were like carriages run by magic and, as was want to do in the case of carriages barreling towards oneself, getting out of the way was the most optimal solution.

He winced as he was pushed along rather forcefully, stopping just for a moment with a raising of his left arm.
"A moment." He leaned down with his prosthetic hand to grasp the hilt of his blade, the artificial hand closing around the hilt of the blade without any aid. To some unlookers it might have seemed like magic, but there was no magic for someone who had recently shifted.

Fortunately, in Guts' case, his prosthetic had magnets implanted into the finger joints which would allow him to grasp his swords hilt. The downsides were that he couldn't do this to non-metallic objects and, even with the prosthetic, he wasn't able to swing a sword around one handed very well. It was made to support his other hand and allow him to wield two handed blades, not really to dexterously manipulate objects as his right hand would. It would serve it's present purpose well enough though.

He soon begun to walk along again, slowly and cautiously due to still being dazed. His sword grazed along the ground behind him, his left hand at his side as he dragged the slab of iron as he walked. Even if it hadn't done much good against this foe his sword was important and he wasn't going to leave it on the side of the road for just anyone to grab, even if he had to drag it along as he presently was.

[Twilight Sparkle]

It actually surprised Twilight to see Guts looking so battered and worn. She couldn't help but frown, even as she struggled against showing the expression. If she had to guess, Twilight would surmise that he was as much in shock over what happened as actually in pain. Tough warriors generally weren't used to the beasts they attacked laying them low, and they definitely weren't used to if if they were magically or just supernaturally enhanced in some way.

Twilight did pause as Guts asked, waiting impatiently. She looked around, wondering if she needed to use her pull. Pull, as though there were lots of people around here that would listen to her. She didn't recognize anyone, and if Twilight had to guess, she'd bet that most of the people here didn't even know who she was. They were staring, but it was as likely because of the magic and attacking the car thing. Twilight thought she could see people in suits moving closer, which was definitely not a good thing.

"Okay, faster," she said, turning and placing both hands onto Guts, "you need to move faster. I'm not sure I'd be able to stop the suits from imprisoning you, and since you technically attacked the car because it was going after me, I owe you. Now, move,' Twilight used a bit of her magic to propel forward. It was a strain; Guts wasn't exactly small. But if he really wasn't going to hustle, Twilight would apply just enough to his feet to make him frictionless and she'd push him along. That would work, if nothing else. And they needed to move along: Twilight could hear people calling behind them.

[Guts Blackhound]

Feeling the woman begin to put pressure onto his back, Guts begun to move forwards a bit. He was starting to get the ringing out of his ears and his vision was a bit more clear, although he still hurt. Not as bad as the time he had fought off one hundred men on his own, or even as bad as some of the encounters against the demons that he fought on an almost daily basis. But, it still was far from a pleasant sensation for the swordsman.

He started to pick up the pace a bit more thanks to Twilight pushing him, going at more of a fast, if clumsy, walk all the while dragging the blade behind him.
"I'm going, don't worry..."He grumbled in annoyance, just hoping to get out of sight before these suits once again appeared to cause trouble. He already wasn't exactly on the best of terms for breaking the nose of one of their agents, last thing he needed was to give them more ammunition to imprison him. He'd been in a few cells during his life, and he wasn't eager to go back there if it could be avoided.

[Twilight Sparkle]

Walking and grumbling, Twilight could deal with. Most of her friends did that; Rainbow specialized in doing that, even Twilight's brother did it from time to time. The point was that they were moving away from the scene quickly without drawing too much attention. That was part of the problem: Twilight was one of the only people in the area who had brilliantly colored hair and Guts was dragging a big sword. What could they do to try and...

Magic. She could try using her magic. Twilight frowned as she milled over the idea. If she had complete control, complete power, she could probably hide them both. But now? With her magic spotty? She had just as much chance of drawing yet more attention to them. No, best not to bother with it at all. Just keeping walking forward.

It seemed that luck, or perhaps Fate, was with them. Nobody accosted. Several shot glances and such, but nobody wanted to bother them. Perhaps it was something to do with there being a muscular man carrying a large weapon, or a purple-haired girl who looked like she knew her business. They were making good time, and should be at a place where Twilight could register the weapon properly. Though she wasn't sure how well that would go, what with the whole car incident.

"You might not want to mention attacking the car," she muttered, her eyes flicking back to Guts. "Even if it was you know, the right thing to do, and brave. It's just... they might not let you keep the sword if they know you were attacking vehicles with it."

And Twilight couldn't say she'd blame them.

[Guts Blackhound]

Guts made a mental note to go see a local healer once he got this business with his weapon all sorted out. Relocating his shoulder was something he could do, but it still hurt something fierce and he figured it wouldn't hurt to go get himself checked for any other injuries. If he was back in his world he would have simply relied on Puck and the elfs healing dust, but here he couldn't rely on the mystical for aid anymore. He was going to have to make do with an actual healer and all he could hope for was that he would get a good one.

As they walked along, he continued to grumble and drag his blade along the ground towards their destination, simply hoping this would be over. This was all going to be worth it in the long run: He would get his sword back and all would be well again, he just had to focus on that future end goal rather hard right now due to the pain.

Twilights words earned a grunt and a nod from the larger man.
"I'm not exactly going to go bragging about it, don't worry." He managed some mild snark, but he was still troubled by how easily he had been defeated. His fights against monsters hadn't always been easy, but even in his hardest battles once he had learned to fight them he had known his strength. Ever since he had arrived he had felt odd, as though he wasn't as strong as he once was. Even swinging his sword was harder now: Still possible, but not with the same speed he had once possessed back home. It hadn't always been the easiest weapon to wield, but this was the first time he felt seriously strained by it. His weapon was heavier then it used to be, harder to wield and his strength wasn't as it once had been...this world was only troubling him more and more.

[Twilight Sparkle]

Twilight nodded, not really picking up on the snark parts of it. He wouldn't talk, and that was enough. She didn't want to pry into that, especially when Twilight was picking something else up. She looked askance at Guts, noting the posture, noting how he dragged his weapon, noting the expression on his face. Here was someone who had been hit hard by the Shift, and Twilight really suspected she knew why.

"It all comes back," she said. the words came out of thin air, and Twilight seemed to realize as much; she immediately flushed and forced her gaze straight ahead. The office loomed in the distance: a hard reminder of where they actually were. She continued anyway: "The powers and all that good stuff. It just... does. I can't really explain how it works. I think it has something to do with our bodies adjusting to being in this new universe. I used to be a unicorn, remember? Now I can't do everything that I used to be able to do, but I can definitely do more than the average person."

They at last arrived at the front of the office. Twilight paused, staring up at the building. A gesture, actions speaking louder than words and all, she needed a gesture. She extended her hand, and the purple glow wrapped about the door. It jiggled for a moment, then swung open, revealing the office inside. She smiled slyly, her eyes flicking to Guts, again reminding him of what her very words said. If it happened to her, it would happen to him too.