Had some inspiration to write so took advantage of it. This is a small scene from my universe Rift.
It’s not good by any means but I had fun and have been wanting to write this for a while. Very action focused sequence, not very descriptive or exciting or high quality or- but oh well 
I tried.
Akos Frost, runaway prince of the Impexis Regnum, has escaped from his study in the city of Grandia in the west and ran across the entire continent, through warzones and evading capture along the way, to track down a God called Bead P’ouette and ask him a very important question. After Bead refused to answer Akos’ question, the prince along with his companions Bounty Hunter Rune Phoenix and wielder of his father’s powerful sword technique, the Tempestas Gladius, Akiro Zephyr, have arrived at the huge city of Belmare from the south.
Within the city they learn that Bead P’ouette has just died, killed by the lunatic, powerful and unpredictable murderer of Akos’ best friend and lover Iri Blossom - Icarus Fielnflaerreh. Believing Icarus is following them, Akos, Rune and Akiro move to warn the Belmare city guard of this, however a few old faces from the Regnum interrupt them and set the trio on the run.
Belmare, 1019
Akos brushed hair out of his eyes and swung a cloak over his shoulders, adjusting it to cover his sword, ‘If Icarus found Bead, he might already know we’re in Belmare. Let’s tell the city guard and get out of here.’
Akiro sheathed his sword and threw up a hood, ‘You got it boss. Place is dirtier than Delephau, I won’t be sad to see it go.’
Rune grunted and smiled slightly, ‘Oh this city has some nice spots, shame we don’t have the time.’
The trio made for the door, moving out onto the street as a single mass, slipping past the crowds together towards the central garrison fortress. The usual bustle and murmurs were dampened slightly, and the crowds thinned as they reached towards the huge central courtyards. Akiro frowned, ‘Odd, I’d have thought this bit of the city of all places would be packed.’
The prince took a sharp breath as he spotted a group of black armoured soldiers across the courtyard. Each wearing plates of black iron, bearing sharp pointed blades at their waists, with rifles slung across their chests. Amongst them stood a silver coated man slightly taller than the soldiers, with short dark hair, ghostly pale skin, and a large falchion at his hip.
Akos ushered the other two into an offshoot alleyway and crouched down. ‘Mere Vi… and Mordred.’
Rune made a slight sound of distate, and Akiro appeared puzzled.
‘Sorry Akos, Mere Vi?’’
‘Military police. Impexis. With Mordred as well, you’ve met him surely - back in Grandia. Tall Royal Guard. Must be looking for me, I see no other reason for the those fja to be here all the way in Dawnbandia’
Rune reached for her pistol at her waist. ‘No offense, your highness, but the Mere Vi are a nasty lot. Ran into them once or twice and it never ended with polite goodbyes.’
Akos dragged himself up off the floor, ‘Never would,’ and reached for the hilt of his sword, tapping it twice. ‘We run for the gates, get out of here before Mordred notices.’
Akiro nodded, and adjusted his cloak slightly, before setting off sprinting down the alleyway out onto another street beyond. Rune and Akos followed, pushing out into the crowd towards the base of the city wall. As they reached the gateway, their hearts dropped. Akiro and Rune swore in unison. The giant iron portcullis had been lowered, blocking the entranceway. A smartly dressed soldier, the gatekeeper’s captain, approached them, his less than modest stomach jutting out within his uniform.
‘Three younguns on the run from the city guard perhaps?’ He laughed at his own words, ‘Well back you go, gates are closed for today. Those Impexis folk seem to think it’s in their right to lock this city up.’
Rune frowned, and reached for a pocket in her jacket where Akos knew she kept dull identification papers describing her bounty hunter status, but the prince motioned for her to stop, and spoke up politely. ‘Do you know why they’ve closed the gates?’
The captain grunted and shrugged, ‘I wouldn’t know. I thought you’d be with them, being a cutis and all.’
Clearly impatient now, he motioned them away once again, muttering in a sharp, throaty language. Akos recoiled slightly and replied in the same tongue, which shocked the captain just enough to squeeze a physical snarl out onto his face. Grabbing the arm of Rune, he turned, flashing his sword slightly as he did so.
The hunter seemed interested slightly, as did Akiro who followed along politely at their heels.
‘What was that? Seemed to offend you.’
‘Bordu, it’s a language spoken to the west of here. Not this shire. Quite rare, and he seemed shocked that I could understand him.’
Akiro laughed, ‘Just like you to know a rare Dawnbandian language-’
‘Oh I don’t know much Akiro, Just enough to tell rude people that I do when they’re unreasonable like that.’
The crowd began to thin again, and Akos veered off to the side as a band of Mere Vi marched past. He pulled the hood of his cloak low over his hair and ducked slightly out of sight.
As they continued through the city, Rune grew nervous and glanced behind them. ‘I’m pretty sure we’re being followed, two of the guards at the gate. Either they’re working for Mordred or the captain decided we’re actually petty thieves or something.’
Young Akiro sighed slightly and pointed towards a makeshift-looking ladder that lay against the nearby black stone of a house. ‘I think it might be time I teach you how to get around cities like this one…’
The bounty hunter laughed, ‘Oh you sweet, sweet child. You barely know anything about getting around, but you have a point- that ladder’s definitely tall enough to get us onto a roof and from there, it’s just up. We could get up onto the walls, the Mere Vi won’t find us there as long as we can get up unnoticed.’
The prince nodded, ‘Fine, let’s move then.’ and, without a second glance back towards the approaching soldiers, pushed past a merchant selling fruit.
Unfortunately, their ascent onto the rooftops didn’t go unnoticed, the guards following a little while back could be heard shouting, and a piercing whistle shot across the square. Shouts rang out, calling the trio thieves or vagrants, but many of the citizens of Belmare went around their usual business, perhaps shying away slightly as the number of city guards running through the street, craning their head to see up on the rooftops, increased.
Akos, Akiro and Rune slowly crept across rooftops, ascending higher and higher, and avoiding sightlines from below as to not alert the Mere Vi of their position. Eventually, they managed to pull themselves up onto the black stone of the wall. Prince Akos gasped as he looked over the parapet.
Below, the outer city stretched out across the muddy land as far as the eye could see, even at this great height. Thick rivers wound their way through houses, inching towards the huge Belmare Basin or wide Hvol Fork, which would be somewhere behind them towards the south of the city. The sun seemed to be reaching the peak of its cycle, blazing down upon them in the humid air, leaving the sweat covered three gasping for air across the walkway upon the polished rock. The inner city of Belmare was large, but from the south only agricultural flats stretched out in the more arable plain near the Fork and rainforests, while the north side took advantage of the space. It was easily five times bigger, perhaps more than Frigus Ferrum, and at least twice the size of Delephau. It made the grand oak halls of Heung seem petty. Standing at least twenty metres above the ground, everything felt distant and light, even in the encompassing heat, and the prince allowed himself a moment to rest before recuperating and starting to move again.
Slowly, Mere Vi and city guard alike began to trickle onto the stone walls. They were still a distance away, but moving from either side.
‘How are we getting out of here?’ muttered Akiro, glancing down at the drop which would be certain death below.
‘The harbour. We can jump in on the outer side and hopefully not get turned to dust-’
‘And get my guns wet? No thank you Akos, we can find some stairs or something to slip down onto the outer side.’
Shouts grew closer, the columns of soldiers approached from either side. Closer. ‘Too late Rune. I’m sorry- get ready for a fight.’
Akos threw back his cloak and grasped the hilt of his sword, drawing it with a shining clink from his sheath. Akiro grasped onto the cutlass he held at his belt, but Rune, with her eyes on the small figure of Mordred Zion in the distance, took up her pistol and aimed it at Akos.
‘I’m so sorry, your majesty. Put the sword down.’