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| [Graded]Et Lux In Tenebris Lucet (Ruslan/Lilith); Not all that is gold does glimmer. | |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 1 2017, 02:25 AM Post #21 |
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The private continued to ruminate, mulling over Lilith's apparent distrust of both Sayla, and the ever familiar looking man who coincidently also seemed to be named Mattock. To state that her misgivings were unwarranted was indeed false; were the man in her shoes he would've reacted much the exact same way. Sayla seemed to have a bone to pick with the current party present, whilst little could be said about the other man, whose visage and features had caused a bout of deja vu to manifest within his mind. But as the situation had it, it appeared that the members of the motley party all shared a vested interest, though they all came from different origins. Both he, the mage, the associate, and the former gangster all held no love for the Dark Knives and Aozaki–Kai; thus for the moment did Ruslan rationalize that the enemy of his enemy was–albeit temporarily–their friend. "I understand, and we shall depart soon. But before things get worse? What do you mean, exactly?" Ruslan's query was answered promptly by the hulking, oh so familiar Mattock, who had finished stowing away his weapons and had cleared his throat in an attempt to garner the group's attention. Stoic was his poise at first glance, with an inexplicable aura that seemed to radiate from his very being; bidding the private pay serious attention to the words that he had to offer. This was offset completely however, by the tremulous and timid voice by which he responded. "Uh..Uhm. I think–I think what the young miss over 'ere means is that...tensions might escalate around this area if we stay for too long. I mean, with the Aozaki-Kai, the Dark Knives, the Knights, and these people around, I-I fear there might be more blood shed 'ere today." At his response did the private swivel immediately to face him. Indeed, the reasoning behind the surprisingly timid, yet paradoxically intimidating former gangster was perfectly rational; The Aozaki-Kai and the Dark Knives already seemed to be poised in a dispute over territory, whilst the Knights dispatched to quell the occurrence would most likely find themselves dragged into the fighting. Further was this compounded with the presence of those civilians; good people they seemed to be, but were it that the Knights would lump them in with the other belligerents surely to state that "things would get worse" would prove an understatement. Yet, another notion also nagged at the soldier's mind, relating to Mattock in the first place. The voice, soft and tremulous, the meek personality that seemed perfectly ill-suited for a man of his build and former career, could it be? Aye, what other Mattock could it possibly be but that person. "Hey Mattock. Out of curiosity, what made you leave the Aozaki-Kai?" "I was a part of the Aozaki-Kai once, 'tis true. Then Oyabu-I mean, Aozaki-san was deposed. Shortly after that, a new leader came into power. More violent, more brutal, more depraved, more greedy. I couldn't stomach him, and so I quit, alongside Mathers over there." Mattock, and then Mathers. To think that not only was the Aozaki-Kai involved in recent incident which the private was also involved with, but to think that those two individuals also played a role in the conundrum as well. It was a bizarre twist of fate indeed; the last time he had seen or heard of those names was when he was an unblooded young squire, greener than even the most verdant of grass. Yet, it was reassuring all the while to see that the two had both cut their connections with the organization. The Mattock he knew of, and the Mattock he witnessed in front of him was an individual that seemed scary and intimidating at a cursory glance, that belied a soft personality that eschewed conflict if at all necessary. He was a humanist, one who took no delight nor pleasure in the suffering of others; indeed the soldier could almost conjure up faded memories of a time past when the man had apologized profusely while being commanded to interrogate someone for information. Little did that matter however, to the task at hand; as things were the motley crew's objective was to stake out and reconnoiter the haunt of the Dark Knives, if not commit to open action against them. Thus was it that the soldier merely responded with a curt nod, before turning to Sayla. "Lead the way." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 1 2017, 09:56 PM Post #22 |
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Lilith listened, perplexed, as Mattock explained the situation. Of course, his first statement was a bit obvious, and it didn't really surprise her, but the way he said it, with quite a bit of a stutter made the mage think twice about what he said. To be honest, he didn't seem like the type of person that would join something like the Aozaki-Kai in the first place. However, as Mattock explained why he had left the gang, his character started to make sense. She could only assume that before the leadership change, the Aozaki-Kai was very different, although Lilith really couldn't imagine a gang without the things Mattock had later listed. She stole a glance at Ruslan, and was a bit confused about the look on his face. It was almost as if he had seen the two before. Well, maybe he had, after all the private did say that he knew about the Aozaki-Kai, if indirectly. Although, if that was the case, then why would he have said that the gang was a bad bunch when Mattock had said that they left just after the faction changed leadership? And why had Mattock stopped from saying a name and replace it with another one when he was talking about the Aozaki-Kai? If he wasn't still loyal to the gang, then why did he change the person's name that he had mentioned? Or maybe Lilith was just overreacting, and Ruslan really didn't know the man, and Mattock had just misspoke. That reason was why she stayed quiet, despite the questions in her head. It seemed that the private, much like the mage, was ready to leave. She followed Sayla out of the graffitied warehouse, taking one last look at the place. It was a fitting location for people to rebel against the norms of the wretched city, she supposed. Vibrant, and full of life. Deep down, Lilith hoped that these people would succeed, even though her brain told her it was near impossible. It dawned on the mage that she had not introduced herself to either of the new companions. Still not entirely sure what to think of Mattock, Lilith hastened her pace to catch up with Sayla. "So Sayla, I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm Lilith. I hope this'll go well for all of us." "Nice to meet you, Lilith," she replied. It seemed that Sayla didn't want to small talk. Well, at least the mage had tried. It seemed like it was time to move onto the bigger fish, then. "So, once we get to this warehouse, how do we get in?" "No idea. We'll just have to look around, I guess." Well, that was, reassuring. At least Lilith know was almost certain that not much had changed in Dandelion. Yet again, that train of thought quickly turned bad. |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 12 2017, 09:52 AM Post #23 |
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Amidst seemingly deserted alleyways and buildings hewn from corrugated iron, the docks of Dandelion proved indeed a dangerous place to tread. Nary could a soul other than the quartet that set forth be seen; within the ever steadily growing shadows of buildings punctuated by the faint presence of actinic light did it feel perhaps, that others lurked within. Waiting, biding their time, ever aware of the precise moment to strike. The very atmosphere surrounding the docks was inexplicable, eerie almost; there was a foreboding vibe about the area that made the private feel ever the while more wary. Yet little could the man do to stave the feelings of doubt, the notion that something was off about the docks of Dandelion; as things were, it appeared that they were to loiter around far but a scant several more hours, ever on the prowl for the elusive redoubt of the Dark Knives. It was a touch frustrating to the soldier in all circumspect; surely considering Sayla's status as a former associate of the Dark Knives, at least she would have a clue as to where they were. But alas, as the situation had it, the girl knew not of–or rather appeared not to know of–where the entrance to their hideout was located. To that end was the private somewhat confused, and thus did he, with consternation evident on his brow, begin to question Sayla. "Any openings that you know of which lead into the warehouse? Scaffolding, maintenance shafts, ventilation, anything? We could try to see whether we can access the area from there." Ruslan continued to walk forward, crossing heavily worn cobblestone paths and weaving through a litany of warehouses crafted once more from corrugated iron, all the while attempting to seek the warehouse that the former associate had mentioned beforehand. This location, he reasoned, was perhaps where the Dark Knives had made their haunt; only the issue seemed still to lie within what particular tact should they proceed to enter. From what little information he had gleaned thus far, it appeared that most, if not all of the conventional entryways into the warehouse were locked or barred in a manner that proved inaccessible to the quartet. Doubtless, they could probably consider waiting until the Knights arrived with their dazzling plethora of equipment; armed to the teeth and prepared for combat, their numbers and gear could surely break through the warehouse's entrances with ease. Still though, it would be better to have the situation be resolved in a manner that did not end up degenerating into a two, nay, a three-way skirmish between both the Dark Knives, the Aozaki-Kai, and the Knights. But, if they had no other recourse... "Alternatively, we could just sit tight and wait until the Knights show up," suggested he. Apologies for the lack of quality in this post. I shall redeem myself in the next one, my bad. |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 13 2017, 11:53 PM Post #24 |
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It seemed that the private had been listening in on Lilith's somewhat failed attempt to start a conversation, or at least he had listened to the former member of the Dark Knives speak about the building the four were heading to. Whatever the case, Ruslan did bring up a fair point. For a moment Lilith thought Sayla might have been withholding information from the group. She was a bit surprised when the woman openly admitted that she was. "There is one entrance. The thing is that it's heavily guarded on the inside. The moment you step in you're shot if you don't belong." That didn't seem like a valid option, then. For the moment, Lilith was stumped on what to do. Still, Sayla took them further through the Docks, into an area the mage didn't find familiar. The streets were worn, suggesting to Lilith that she simply hadn't been to this area of Dandelion before. Which also meant that the team was entirely dependent on Sayla at that moment. Hopefully nothing would go wrong. At that moment, that was all the mage could do. They rounded several turns, in a matter that Lilith tried hard to remember although she wasn't all too successful. She did note the plentiful supply of ladders on all the warehouses and buildings, so in the case the group needed to get to higher ground for whatever reason, it wouldn't be too hard. Dangerous, though. The private spoke again, bringing up another possible option for the four. Lilith didn't like it, but the man did make a point. Still, what if the situation wasn't as bad as they thought it to be? What if the so called turf war was really just a highly fabricated lie? Although a murder had taken place. But maybe that was all it was. In fact, the woman was starting to have doubts about the group's destination. "I think we should investigate a little bit before getting to the extremes," Lilith responded to Ruslan, after thinking about the options. A few more minutes and they were at Warehouse #2. Like she recalled, the place looked a bit like a fortress. Barred windows and only one iron door visibly padlocked, it seemed out of place, almost too industrial. "I'm going to assume this is it," Lilith stated quietly, even as Sayla beckoned the four to an alley near the building where they wouldn't be seen. The mage followed the woman, attempting to pick out any notable features on the building. Unlike many others, it had no ladder, or any sort of loading dock. Yes, finding an entrance would be difficult. |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 15 2017, 07:02 AM Post #25 |
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Scrutinizing the layout of the building did Ruslan and the others observe from the alleyway what features Warehouse #2 had to offer, any gaps within the otherwise impregnable stronghold that the quartet could avail themselves of and exploit. From where they were located, little could be gleaned from the admittedly mediocre excuse for a vantage point. All that they could see, aside from the single pad-locked iron door and barred windows was corrugated iron, flecked with rust and heavily tarnished; a ladder nor loading dock could scarce be seen, something of great interest to the soldier. Was it that this "Warehouse" was a building repurposed for something else? Perhaps the quarters in which personnel working at the docks made their haunt, or simply a shoddy design for a warehouse at all? If it were the latter–surely so considering the name of the building as a warehouse–a singular question began to pervade the soldier's mind, providing perhaps a clue as to the entrance of the purported haunt of the Dark Knives: Could it be that they utilized a different means of entry instead? Ruslan furrowed his brow in consternation, evident on his visage, as he continued to ruminate upon how to enter the building. Was it that they entered instead by means of an underground tunnel network instead? Surely if that was the case, that could explain how until now the Dark Knives had been able to commence their operations relatively unimpeded; The Knights could deploy as many soldiers and cavalrymen, wyvern riders and lacrima vehicles on the surface, whereas they, mostly being ultimately foreign to the city, would find it difficult traipsing through a litany elaborate catacombs and sewer networks that snaked and intertwined in veritable labyrinth underneath. But to create such a tunnel system that led within a warehouse surely was not possible; without heavy construction equipment perhaps, the Dark Knives could not accomplish such a feat. Ultimately however, the options were but some of the many tangents that stewed within the private's mind; the possibilities, limitless. "Could we perhaps try to break through the front? Alternatively, from the windows?" At that did Mattock, clenching his armaments ever so slightly, shake his head. Evidently, the man who appeared to be the group's source of muscle would have a tough time breaking through either the padlocks or the barred windows with what he had on his person. "Doesn't seem likely," said he. "I-I think we should sit tight instead. Maybe keep a look out, worst comes to worst try circling around for a better vantage point." But no sooner had the man finish saying so did a single figure, oblivious of the quartet situated within the dark recesses of the alleyway, saunter toward the warehouse upon which the four had staked out. It was a slim figure, diminutive and unassuming almost, cloaked by heavy vestments that obscured the face and blotted most, if not all other physical features. And with nary a soul to be seen, the small silhouette seemed ever the while more suspicious, standing just in front of the warehouse. "We'll wait. And see. And if possible, we act." |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 16 2017, 02:52 AM Post #26 |
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As Ruslan and Mattock spoke, exchanging ideas on how to get into the warehouse, Lilith scrutinized the building next to the one in question. Unlike the one the rest of the group had their eyes on, it was completely normal, although it looked abandoned. Suddenly, an idea came to the mage's head. A risky one, sure, but it was possible that it would allow the four to get into the warehouse. Or at least under it. "Sayla, is the warehouse behind us abandoned? Or really, are any of the warehouses around us abandoned?" Lilith asked quietly, not yet revealing her plan. If the dark haired woman answered no, then her future proposal wouldn't work in the first place. The mage was praying that she wouldn't say that word, however. The woman appeared deep in thought for a second, as if she wasn't entirely sure what to say. But then she did speak. "Yes, it's abandoned. What exactly are you thinking?" Lilith stayed silent for a moment, thinking over her plan one last time. However, as far as she could tell there were no other opinions at that time, and although her idea could dead end quickly, it seemed like a better alternative then charging in with such a small force. "Chances are in the building behind us there's a drain or sewer entrance. Now, you may have to correct me on this, but I believe the Dark Knives operate in the sewers of Dandelion. So, that being said, it would make sense for one of their hideouts to have an entrance via the tunnels. In fact, that might be the reason for the security of the warehouse in the first place," Lilith stated, speaking rather quickly. Sayla soon replied. "Hmmm, I think the idea could work. The Dark Knives do frequent the sewers, so even if there isn't an entrance to the building we'll most likely find something of value." What Sayla said had been something the mage had been thinking herself, although she hadn't said it out loud. She only hoped that the warehouse behind the four did have an entrance to the sewers. And also that the other two members of their party would agree to Lilith's plan. Although it was entirely possible that one of those two would come up with a better proposal. On another note, neither Lilith nor Sayla saw the figure standing by the warehouse in question. |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 17 2017, 06:49 AM Post #27 |
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The plan that Sayla had mentioned was one that seemed better, far more so, than what the private had in mind; surveying the hooded figure that gazed upon the dilapidated and run-down building that was Warehouse #2 could only glean just a small amount of information in comparison. Chances were likely that as things stood, the quartet would simply be incapable of finding a suitable entrance within the facility that was neither barred nor possibly guarded from within by the members of the group, surely anticipating their arrival. Thus was it so that the private, upon discerning the conversation between both the mage and the former associate, opted instead to proceed with what Sayla had suggested instead. "Sounds like a plan, Lilith, Sayla," remarked the knight. "In that case, shall we?" From the alleyway upon which the quartet sought shelter, the private strode toward one of the various points of entry within the dilapidated building adjacent to Warehouse #2: A simple door of wrought iron and steel; heavily tarnished and speckled with rust. Years of disuse and abandonment had affected drastically the function of the stalwart barrier as Ruslan had come to discover: Upon twisting the latch did the door resound with an audible creak; so too was it that as the private pushed the door open, faint, dark marks trailed behind as well. So dilapidated did it seem at first glance, that the Seveni had almost decided that perhaps the notion that Sayla and Lilith had suggested was ultimately fruitless. But it was just as he had deigned to do so that the private noticed something of much interest within the warehouse. Soda cans. Empty soda cans to be exact. Strewn about the floor of the seemingly dilapidated warehouse were a litany of empty soda cans–crushed, uncrushed, upright. It was an obvious sign of human habitation, or at the very least that people had been within the warehouse over the course of some time ago. But more tellingly was the relative condition in which the cans were found in; nary was there any dust or tarnishing that had stained the empty receptacles of carbonated soft drinks. It was as if they had been left recently; perhaps weeks, days, hours even. Further was the soldier's attention piqued however, by where the vast majority of the disorganized cans strewn around: A hole in the concrete, leading down toward a grate. The entrance to the sewers that Sayla had spoken of. "I suppose this is the entrance. Stay behind me, advance in a single file. Do you understand?" Brandishing his submachine gun, the private disappeared into the abyss. |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 19 2017, 11:56 PM Post #28 |
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Not for the first, and what certainly would not be the last time that day, Lilith nodded. This time, it was a short, quick nod followed by steps forward, the mage following the knight. The other two members of their somewhat bizarre party soon came after. For a fleeting moment, Lilith thought to herself how easy it would be for one to spot the four. Like previously mentioned, however, it was only fleeting, as the warehouse the mage had suggested entering indeed did seem abandoned, or at least based on the fact that Ruslan easily opened the rusted-out door that now served no purpose but to haphazardly block the elements. Any person that was nary a child could easily break in. The inside of the warehouse, however, contrasted the outside. Putting aside the somewhat questionable infrastructure of the place, it seemed anything but abandoned. Soda cans of all different shapes, varieties, and status of usability littered the floor, pointing towards the fact that some sort of get together or party had happened. Or perhaps one person just loved the particular beverage. Lilith doubted that was the case, and was almost tempted to ask Sayla if the Dark Knives had these sorts of meetings. Looking the dark-haired woman over once though, she saw the somewhat confused look on her face. The former member seemed just as perplexed as she. That, however, was not the most notable feature of the building. Nay, the grate that Lilith assumed would lead down to the sewers seemed like it would be the most valuable asset of the place. A lucky guess on her part, she supposed, that this specific warehouse happened to have the entrance the four were looking for. Perhaps this mission of sorts to find the Dark Knives wouldn't be as daunting as she had thought. Although the space that lie behind the rusted grate was pitch-black in appearance, it was possible that it could lead to a light, or at least a hope, of cracking down on two important gangs in Dandelion. For the mage, that was of the utmost importance. Lilith soon followed Private Gudleifr down said entrance, after a quick "Yes sir." He was, after all, a knight. Not to mention, manners tended to take one quite far in life. The rest of the party had said similar responses, all understanding the gravity of the situation. Or at least the mage hoped they did. That was something she did often, hope. Whether or not it would do any good would be left to be seen, as the four descended into the eerie darkness of the sewers. |
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| 主 ajimeister | Apr 21 2017, 02:32 AM Post #29 |
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Darkness. He had always hated the darkness. As the quartet continued to venture deep into the labyrinthine passageways and corridors of the ever expansive sewer system, Ruslan felt an eerie, ever familiar feeling pervade his very being, his very soul as he continued to advance. It was one of great discomfort, one of paranoia at a concept that held true considering their circumstances. The feeling of being watched, only to be completely incapable of discerning whom, or what exactly had laid their gaze upon them. Braving the repugnant stench, the man continued to forge onward, attempting to wade in the waters and filth of the underground conduit with as little noise as possible. This was, however, a futile effort; try as the private might, every minutiae of movement disrupted the murky surface of what had once been concentrated sewage, adulterated with water from the storm drain. Every attempt made to fjord the waters was met with a great sloshing best described as clamorous, while the chittering of vermin–inhabitants of the sewers–further served to make the soldier ever more aware that a foreboding fate possibly awaited them. Surely, the noise that the four had stirred would have alerted the Dark Knives to their incoming presence, yes? Alas, the Dark Knives were not the only ones that utilized the sewers. Denizens of the darkness, creatures that only a scant few had heard numerous tales of–and far fewer seen either. Aberrations comprised of that which had once been normal, only to mutate and thrive therein within the deepest, darkest vestiges of Dandelion. Ruslan himself had heard naught but tales of their existence: Skeevers, aggressive rat-like creatures the size of dogs, aberrations comprised of sewage and slime that wandered the sewers in search of prey to assimilate, Ratkin, former men and women whom had in dabbling with the occult found themselves hideous beast-humanoids, and countless others that the older soldiers at the barracks had whispered scuttlebutt of. But surely those were just tall-tales, meaningless gossip. The fetid corpse that the knight stepped on served to dispel those notions completely. With a sickening squelch followed by a slosh of sewage did the private step over a furry, grey mass, an unidentifiable body with matted hair, yet was assuredly not human. It was a curious creature with a distinctive anatomy all its own; powerfully muscled from what little the man could glean in the dark, with features that from the soldier's position, were simply unable to identify. But upon the arrival of actinic light in the form of a small flashlight that Mattock carried on his person did Ruslan find himself taken aback. The creature was a rodent, a large rodent, with vicious teeth and grimy fur that made it seem all the while more intimidating. A Skeever. But a lone skeever at that? "Sayla," murmured he in an attempt to divert to another subject, "How much longer do you think we have until we reach one of their hideouts?" The question that he had posed soon trailed off, as a distinctive noise began to reverberate across the sewers whereupon they had advanced through. Chittering. Small and quiet at first was it, but slowly and surely the noise began to escalate into a crescendo as the private continued to idle by the corpse, accentuated by the great sloshing of dozens, nay, hundreds of feet, or paws rather. A veritable swarm of Skeevers had descended upon the unfortunate group, prey to be completely annihilated by the droves upon droves of oversized rats that hungered for flesh and blood. "Get running!" roared the soldier as he brandished his automatic weapon. And thus, in fright, did the man begin to rain a hail of bullets upon the advancing horde. [Tempestas SMG: 10/20] |
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| 裁 Reya Starlyght | Apr 22 2017, 11:03 PM Post #30 |
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The stench of the sewers was near unbearable, tearing through the mage's lungs like a poison of some sort. It was so much worse than the soot-colored air above, not even similar in comparison. For while one hinted the sign of progress, of industrial revolutions, the other signaled only decay and death. Had Lilith had a long sleeve, she would have put it over her mouth, but she had none so she resorted to using her left hand. The darkness, too, unnerved the mage, although not as much in comparison to Ruslan it would seem. The beam of light put out by Mattock helped in the matter, although Lilith wished for a moment she could unsee the sewage beneath the four's feet. It was a good thing her boots were waterproof. The atrocity of it all would soon be increased when the private happened to chance upon the carcass of, something. Something that consisted of matted, gray hair and a plethora of muscle. The body almost reminded Lilith of a rat, but it was far too large. And the likeness was further identified as the mage saw its teeth and tail. She was starting to regret the idea of going down into the sewers. Alas, it seemed the private had a similar thought in his mind, as he had asked Sayla for an estimate on time. The former Dark Knife had no answer, however, simply shrugging. Her lips had parted to say a phrase, but soon after they shut again as a faint noise carried its way to the four. Chills ran down the mage's spine, as the clicking noise increased, and warped into a calamity of sound. Before Ruslan yelled anything, she fled. Whether it was a horde small beasts, or a giant army, it didn't matter, when many footsteps come for you in the sewers, you run. Such was the first rule of the place. She had not the time to see the private's bullets hit the incoming horde, but something told her they didn't miss. Logically, they wouldn't. There were just too many targets. Sayla, too, had ran. Almost instinctively Lilith drew her knife to defend from the horrid abominations that were quickly gaining on the group, however at first she did not have to brandish it. Although it was dark, it was still easy to see with help from Mattock's flashlight a small opening that led to an offshoot of the main sewer. Figuring the entrance could slow down the incoming horde or even stop them if the four managed to block the entrance, the mage turned. Hopefully her decision wouldn't get the entire group lost. |
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