Aman turned and looked down at Siyan, his face marked with a scowl. He looked back at the guards and growled to himself.
"Lucky," he said and continued out of the theatre.
Dim Lane flapped and flustered as Entaru was taken away.
"Oh but, I just want to... Oh um, guards?" The cats turned and glanced back at the raven. "What are you taking him for, because I believe I can help. I'm very intimate with his work and I believe I can help with.... opinions and whatnot." The cats looked at each other. One of them who had a dark patch around his eye, shrugged.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Dim Lane, sir. I'm an archeologist, rather highly thought of," Dim replied. The cat gave a skeptical look, then turned to his friend, leaning close.
"What's an archeologist?" he whispered. The other shrugged back then turned to the raven.
"Sure, come along," he said and guided them along back through the crowd. Just ahead of them, the giant form of Aman could be seen ambling through.
Little-Hands, blinded by the flash of light, yelped and hid behind Saviour who snarled and charged Leo down. At speed he darted forward and snapped at the light, closing his jaws onto Leo's arm; teeth pierced into the cat. The lizard continued to barge forward, pushing Leo to the ground while Little-Hands peered around him, knife ready.
The guard underground raced back, calling the forces. Men poured like ants out of the bunker, with female officers and a few Chosen in dark robes. The gate exit, pushed by feral buffalo creatures, shut and locked. The guards swarmed through the city, checking and alleys. Then, as Talin healed Aria, the chosen turned to them, calling out the directions. Guards charged towards them moving to surround the rooftops.
On stage, the swan was moved off on a stretcher and the Queen and High Priestess followed along behind, replaced by the frog from earlier who now announced a play to be started, based on the life and death of one of the founders known as Regina and her blasphemous husband Andrew who died for his distrust in Seeker.
Backstage, Queen Tizzarath and High Priestess Kara headed back through the corridors.
"You see?" said Karabelle. "Blasphemous and clearly dangers. Tiz shot her a frown, but it was weak.
"I'm dealing with it, okay?" she said, and pressed her hand to her forehead, letting out a sigh.
"You better deal with it," Kara replied. "It's a serious threat to the community, and we cannot stand by and let dimwitted men burn the world." The Priestess had a permanent scowl while the Queen shook her head in frustration. Behind them, rapid footsteps slapped against the straw floor.
"Your majesty!" someone called. The pair looked back to see a young cheetah girl racing toward them. She stopped and panted hard to get the message out. "Important... huff... important prisoner, Talin Kor'vial... He's trying to escape." The cheetah held onto the wall and smiled up at the Priestess who patted her shoulder. The Queen groaned, spun on her feet slammed her head to the wall.