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After taking flight I tried to track the abomination as I have done in the past and hope that I would find Kyras and "reason" with him some more.
If I find him and were within 30 I would be attempting to hex him with the misfortune hex.
Belsarious is not able to locate Kyras yet, but keeps his sharp eyes open.
Knowing that the guard will likely follow them into the alley, Azami focuses on finding a side alley or another building they can duck into and evade them. They aren't far from the route she knows to leave the city; it's just a matter of getting there.
She glances back at Kyras and gestures towards a side alley before turning into it, slowing to keep at his side; they'll need to be close for what she has planned.
@Azami and @Kyras: the two of you step cautiously out into the alley. You are, unfortunately, in the wealthy Art District. The nearest possible safe zones are the City Houses of Clan Sera and Clan Shoto, the door to either of which lies about 130' away.
"Don't look now, Red, but it seems we're having our own little state dinner, complete with unwanted guests." The Warbanian gives a wry grin and jerks his head in a quick half-nod upward, where Azami sees a pair of tall, slim winged people (elves?) and the dark-skinned wood elf with the strange speech patterns from before, at the confrontation around the magnifying glass. It looks like at least two of them have caught site of Azami and Kyras.
Upon spotting them Maiathreen casts a spell increasing Livain and his speed .
When Maiathreen closes in on the two he pulls Servais from his sheath. A flash of light follows and the pair feel a gust of wind just above their heads. "That was just a warning the next cut takes your heads! I suggest you stop running!"
Feeling Maiathreen's magic flow through her body she quickly follows him her bow at the ready an earsplitter arrow nocked and ready.
Belsarious seeing more than one target, and the arrival of others he knows is heartened and still attempts to open with a misfortune hex upon Kyras.
"Tha hands o fate be planted upon yer neck!"
Hearing Maiathreen's warning, Aylaeth shouts over her shoulder "Captain! Through here! They must have gone out the back!" as she continues to chase after their quarry.
Kyras feels a tightness on his chest. He snarls and lets his tremendous wrath take hold. He takes a deep breath and looks up with fire burning in his eyes and in his hands. "That weird elf..." His anger is palpable at their brazen assault on his person, having apparently stalked him and Azami after backing down earlier. "I'm killing him first. Hope he likes it warm," he spits.
"Warmth will be forgotten in death!"
"Deceiver! I hear not yer lies!.....your friend is not here to take mah mind!"
Belsarious calls forth the void.......
"Who ARE these people? What is he talking about?" she growls, finally realizing that there appear to be no guards, only the Westerner from before with more troops - is he some insane religious leader? "Come - we don't have time for them. Killing them, while satisfying, will only draw the guard or the police, or worse." It's not usually her way to evade a battle, but they are outnumbered and already wounded, her joints still stiff from the heavy healing required just to survive below the city.
Her hand locks on his wrist, just inches from the fire dancing in his palms, pointing with the other hand. "There. The Sera. Let's go."
Kyras grits his teeth and heeds Azami, both of them breaking out into a full run towards the doorstep of Clan Sera.
Kyras desperately wishes to release flames on his pursuers, but knows that Azami is right. It would likely make matters worse; not only would he waste precious time surging the fire out of magical energy, but he wouldn't be focused enough to run as fast as he can. She directs him to the door of House Sera, tugging on his wrist as she starts to run. He takes one last look upward through the narrow alleyway at the flying pursuers. He sees two more come out of the back door of the store; one is a white-haired, petite young woman, while the other a stern-looking older soldier. He is a blur, taking advantage of his long stride. He quickly overtakes Azami, and smashes at full speed into the door with a titanic crash. "Better than knocking," he says in a daze as he turns around. He holds his hands up, scanning the sky for the newest group of people trying to kill and/or kidnap him.
"Don't let him escape!" Damian's clarion voice carries through the narrow alleyways up to the others flying in the air above him and Aylaeth. "Don't wait for me!" He and Aylaeth ignore everything in the shop, barely catching a glimpse of the tall mercenary and his red-haired protector as they make it out of the back. He bursts out of the back door, seeing Kyras running away through the narrow alley. He sets his body into a full run, thankful that he is wearing light armor, and gives chase.
Knowing they were unlikely to catch the crimminals by simply chasing them, the Sylph Magus calls upon her arcane might and knowledge and divides space and time before her. Grabbing on to the shoulder of Damian, she barely time to yell "Captain! This way!" before dragging him through the portal. To the great surprise of their prey, the two Skyknights appear directly beside them.
SA: Cast Dimension Door
Livain seeing the reported murder Kyras about to escape fits a second arrow to her bow and unleashes a hail of arrows each one sending a horrifying shriek through the air.
Belsarious also had seen the criminal who had the abomination, crackling with dark energy of the void Belsarious casts teleport, winking out of existence from far away and re-apperaing next to Kyras as he stood in front of the door.....
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