The shadow ran up to the man with the red colored hair, once fully in the light though it became apparent that he was only a child, about twelve years old with shoulder length blonde hair. He hung his head down as a greeting slash half bow. "Master, master, a group of people came and defeated the Sargent and Lieutenant-" the small boy, barely even five feet, said in a light australian accent before trailing off as he saw the group, "THEM THEY DID IT!" cried the boy pointing at Klay.
"Who is this little guy?" said Brine smiling and crouching down.
"I ain't little, I'm just a late bloomer, and my name is Jeremy, I'm a royal guard in training," said Jeremy, boasting about the last part.
"Aw he's cute," said Brine.
Jeremy suddenly threw his hand out, his finger tips hitting the pressure point below the sternum, knocking the air out of him, before he could regain his composure though, Jeremy whipped out a pair of black and gold tonfas, holding them to Brine's neck, "I ain't cute," snarled Jeremy