As Seth paused a moment for the booming to die down, hoping that he wouldn't need to take up Nydia's offer of healing any time soon. He didn't want to be a tax on her, especially with all the damage that might be going on. Regardless, when the bolts stopped flying, he took a moment to decide which way to go. While he could walk towards the hall where the footsteps seemed to be echoing from, or back where the first sounds seemed to echo from. Taking a moment to decide what was more important, he found himself suddenly realizing that he had left some of the younger mages back there, and Aden and the others should be able to handle themselves well enough, especially with Alexander over there showing the enemies who they were messing with.
Idiot. Should have realized that where the fighting ISN'T is where the most risk is. What the blazes even caused that noise anyways? Hopefully Cale and Nydia are not...well, not running INTO it.
Going back from his cover, and not bothering to look back and see who was walking through the halls, Seth walked back and turned the corner, noting what was happening as he turned. Fei had made an appearance, as well as Gabriel standing there somewhat shaken as a metallic guard slowly lowered his weapon from where he had been pointing it. In the meantime, he saw someone lying on the ground. As she shouted a bit "Drew! Drew?", he realized that it was likely Drew who was on the ground. Seth quickened his steps, not sure what had happened, or who this guard was, other than he looked like one of those fancy guards.
"Fei? What is going on? Gabriel? Did you see what happened here?" Seth asked, stepping over, still keeping his blade drawn and ready, the guard warily watching him as he did approach. While he had lowered what looked like a spear from pointing at Gabriel, he seemed now more interested in this new arrival and any problems that he could bring, and seemed much more intending to look at Seth and past him for any trouble coming from behind.
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The metallic guard regarded Raven without any emotion, and turned his attention back to the hallway before responding. The voice seemed to rattle off things as if they were simple facts that shouldn't need explanation.
"The more dead you magical kind are, the easier it gets to kill you. Already the losses are substantial, and you are willing to die because of some slight which means nothing to life and death. Precisely why I noted you should watch him. But it is no matter now." The guard said, and seemed to stand more at attention.
The footsteps finally got extremely close, and through the doors came three figures. Two more metallic guards, who had their fair share of bolts planted into their armor and blade slashes, but seemed unfazed all the same, and the Prime Minister, who's eyes seemed to have taken upon an even brighter glow about himself. He almost seemed to crack with energy as he stepped into the room and took note of the situation.
"This is....catastrophic. You, pick him up, remove those bolts, and take care of those wounds. See to it he makes it to the rooms I have set aside for these situations." The Prime Minister began, and then turned toward the mages still standing in the room.
"So...two dead, and the rest missing or dead as well. I believe you were the one who brought up how...perfect this land is, correct? I imagine the irony is obvious now." The Prime Minister said, looking about, noting the hole in the walls, the bolts lying about the room, the dead mages, and the dead assassins. He shook his head, obviously not particularly enjoying what he was seeing.
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As Alexander was picked up from the bloody point on the floor, the guard made sure to properly take out the bolts as smoothly as possible. As he was carried away to a room where the healers of the castle could care for him, what was left of the shadow made sure to follow.
However, as Alexander was unconscious, he saw through the eyes of his shadow as he lie unconscious. He watched as the metallic guard picked him up and put him back into the dining area, away from the bolts and danger, and the guard telling the mages to take care of him. He then watched as the Shadow's gaze went from the mages in the room back to Alexander, where they made no move to assist, and then the shadow knelt down, and seemed to exert himself. For a moment, Alexander's thoughts seemed to be filled with an echo of a thought which was "Don't die. I don't want to." As this echo passed, Alexander's pains seemed to lesson some amount, though the vision faded away, only to start like an echo once more.
While Alexander's mind played through what his shadow had just seen, the guard now moved easily through the halls that now seemed clear of the enemies of before. He promptly kicked open the door, and stepped into the room filled with several beds already occupied with soldiers and other individuals. Placing Alexander in one of the beds, the metal soldier turned to the nearest healer and grabbed them.
"Heal this man, or I will find someone more worthy to do so." With the message across, the nervous woman nodded frantically, and got to work, quickly applying healing salves and wraps to Alexander. The healer, who was experienced, was not particularly concerned about his condition, but more concerned about the guard who now seemed to be intent on staying nearby.