Caked in dust, Alex bolted through the door while Sal untangled himself from the soldier's body, as the third guard was knocked off-balance.
Keep moving, keep moving, He thought, as he scrambled upwards behind Alex.
Lucia finished the last of the soldiers as the last of the nobles and merchants ran with whatever goods they could carry.
The large black skinned man moved away from the staircase and stopped at Lucia's handiwork. "Oh, Gi? She's good. Glad you're with us." he said, smirking. The smaller ginger woman then moved past both of them and leaned out the broken window. "It's total chaos down there" the girl called Gi then warned, with more troops rushing inside, and bodies littering the steps of the Tower. There were fires in the distance, and the plaza all but deserted.
"If we're gonna live, then we need to move now."
Alex overheard them, sprinting towards and into the elevator. "Up." he stated.
Gi moved into the cubicle and tried to magick up the stone slab, looking at them all, "I don't know if I can lift all four of us."
Sal then emerged in the distance from the corridor, before letting out a yelp and collapsing onto his stomach.
A blue-armoured soldier stood over Sal, shooting two more bolts into the body, before aiming at the elevator.
"Move!" Gi let out a strained noise as the slab swiftly moved below their feet and away from danger.
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With the assassins dealt with, Dalrel, Kyras, Trah and Nettil moved swiftly out the atrium and into the light. They found themselves crawling from a small pipe onto the cobblestones a street lined with tall wooden houses, and in the distance they could hear shouting and explosions. Locals paid no notice to the four of them, as they were too busy gathering their belongings into carts and baskets, obstructing the way.
After a minute of fumbling, Nettil dragged the group through a few alleyways and towards clean streets.
"What are we doing?" Dalrel demanded, after the third left turn.
"Looking for access to the roofs." She had expected the puzzling response. "Those Snow Elves are heading to the Towers, no doubt. But we need to as well if we're gonna regroup with Sal and the others. We'll be able to traverse the city faster if I know the full scope of their damage."
She then grinned for a moment, before dropping it. "Besides, if the city's getting sacked I want to save certain valuables."
She then glanced at the others. "Any other questions?"
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While Des, Zuria and Kes were positioned in and around the warehouse, the slaves either ran in-land or scuffled against the locals with whatever weapons they could muster.
To their left was the Bay, the large southern Bridge, and several dozen ships that appeared ready to pull in, while in the distance several locals were bickering outside a large workshop in their harsh mother language, and nestled on the steep hill the three had arrived on was a storefront advertising what could only be medicine on a lime green sign in some strange S'tharn language.
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The lift stopped at a floor with a large '41' stamped to the side of the wall. Gi was sweating profusely, and needed her partner to drag her off the platform and slump her against the nearest wall.
They found themselves in a room much more lavish and opulent than anywhere else in the Towers, with large paintings and tapistries adorning the walls. The floor was now a furry brown carpet, The right hand-side had a glass wall, making the city seem even smaller. While to the left was a long tube that seemed to connect this tower to the next. On the far side was a double-door, that must have led somewhere important.
It was quiet for a moment.
The ground then shook violently beneath them, which prompted the black guard. "You don't know us, and that's fine. In the meantime, is there anything we should talk about? Names?"
Gi looked up, her breathing less harsh. "Hundreds just died." she blurted, glancing back down at the chasm they had left.
"I'm sorry about your friend." she told Alex.