The last of the assassins, who was laying on the ground with a singed hand from Alexanders strike, suddenly heard a familiar click, which brought his arm forward directly at the small group of mages who had gathered around Alexander and his healing. Almost casually, he fired the bolt at the people, and then rolled to collect his blade. Rising to his feet after doing that, he turned his attention to the now single mage in the room: Cale.
Not wasting any time, he charged, his blade ready to strike and quickly closing the distance. Just several steps, and Cale would have to deal with the steel...without any armor.
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Seth quickly noted that Gabriel was hesitating, which he really should have seen coming. Deciding to instead get moving and see what had been going on, he walked down the hallway and turned the corner.....to nearly run into a somewhat surprised Nydia, who had probably been quickly passed by Alexander. As Seth paused for a moment to see if she was alright, there were soldiers coming from the opposite way down the hallway. These guards did not appear to be the same as the usual ones watching the halls, and two of the four carried crossbows in their arms. Upon seeing the two in the halls, one of the men raised a crossbow, and fired, hitting Seth, luckily, in his shoulder.
Seth stumbled forward, his mind quickly running through what had just happened. He had been stabbed and beaten before, but being shot at wasn't exactly a common occurrence. Stumbling into Nydia, who probably kept him from falling to his face, suddenly realized that they were both quite the target now. Grabbing Nydia, he half tossed her and himself back into the hallway with Gabriel, letting out a shout as he landed from the pain that lanced through him as the wound on his back already making itself apparent. The men in the hall had already drawn their blades, and could be heard now approaching the hall, likely to finish what they started.
"GRAH! GODS DAMN IT ALL!" Seth cursed, doing his best to rise, gripping his sword tightly as he did so. While it did hurt to even rise like this, his already overflowing rage more than made up for it. Pushing himself up using his sword, he readied himself, bringing his blade ready to swing around the corner at whomever had decided they could shoot him and get away with it.