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[Dr. Strange]

She rose, grabbing hold of Simel as he flew past. "Leave, now." She growled, putting him behind her. "I will stay behind to keep you safe. Whoever his master is ain't payin him enough for anything." She murmured, giving him a slight push.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

he falls back as he is pushed, landing hard in the sewage. As freed prisoners force passed him he is hit hard from behind, knocking him unconcious. The world for him turns black as he slumps low into the water, floating back towards the edge of the pit.

Meanwhile in higher places of the citadel, the dragon king sits impatiently in his throne room. He glances down at the crystal ball in his scaled palm. What he sees angers him so that he flings the object across the throne room, letting it shatter against the wall.

"GAAUURRD!!!!!"

Several other scaled lizards enter the throneroom on his angered command, Standing in an ordered line.

"Go down to the dungeon, bring as many gaurds as you can, and STOP THOSE PRISONERS FROM ESCAPING!!!!!!!!!!"

[Somebody]

Teztor stood at ease. "Very well" he said sighing "Your determination is admirable, I can kill you, but I cannot beat you. Thesse others, they are beaten before my blade ever touches them. I concede defeat to you." he said bowing before her, then goes to pick up his daggers and sheaths one of them. "We will meet again, the prize of your victory, you will need it to defeat the power that lies within." he threw the blade at her feet, landing blade first with a "Clink". It was a powerful dagger won nearly at the cost of his own life. It was etched in draconic runes. In a flash of light Tezztor disappeared and the clacking of talons could be heard fading into the distance

[Dr. Strange]

"That was waaay too easy. And I'm not sure I like all those prisoners running that way..." She turned to the entrance, picking Simel up as she cut the remaining escapees off. "RUN THE OPPOSITE WAY YOU IDIOTS!!! GET GOIN' ALREADY!!" She thundered, ignoring the queasiness from the smell of the sewers. "Simel, I'm carrying you. Point the way we need to go and we'll get out of here. Shade, let's go!" She shouted, ripping the dagger out of the ground as she ran past.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Not knowing what was happening, simel pointed vaguely down a small tunnel off shooting from the main sewer. He held his hand there for several seconds before his arms and head slumped down, his world going black.

Gaurds were rushing down the stairwell to the dungeons. freed prisoners forced passed them, knocking them down and forcing through towards their freedom.

[Dr. Strange]

"Great... dead weight." She sighed, blowing her hair out of her face and strapped the dagger and snapped bow to her back, careful of Simel. "Shade! LET'S GO!!" She snapped, running to escape the sound of the guards footsteps.

[Thaddeus Q. Wolfe]

Luckily the group was able to duck away before the gaurds caught sight of them. Unfortunately, several prisoners had not been to quick to escape, and were recaptured and put back into cages.

[Dr. Strange]

What little prisoners actually followed them seemed to be terrified of Sam, which suited her just fine. "You dolts! Keep up this pace and we'll all be meals for those &^*$ scalies!" She snarled, in a bad mood from the assassin's behavior. She'd never met anyone who backed down without her having to seriously injure them before. It confused her to no end, which made her temper that much shorter.

[Somebody]

Tezztor climbed up the ladder into the citidel from the sewers as guards ran by, the whole place was in a uproar. "Foolss" he thought. "The prisoners are only a distraction from your true threat." In truth he had no intention of letting any of them live, but he had a plan and they were playing right into it. "The wolf, shes defiant and gives no resspect even with the gift of life. She will make a mosst entertaining quarry." the though made him smile. He would tend to them later but first he had other things to attend. He made his way to the throne room.

[Dr. Strange]

She adjusted Simel, toting him like a baby.

[Sakamoto Kumiko]

    Peering around the corner of the citadel, Brooke bit her thumbnail in annoyance. Guards at the entrance, guards in the dungeons, guards bloody everywhere! Though she knew the Fennec needed weapons, especially with what has happening lately, there didn't seem to be a way for them to get inside to take them back, and she didn't have a dagger or a bow to spare(nor did she knew any spells to make one out of nothing).
    Then, out of the blue, another guard came out of the citadel, spoke to the two guarding the entrance and then they all hurried inside! Completely unexpected! Brooke smiled at their luck. It was a definate change from past days. "You must me lucky," she said, pulling the Fennec along to the entrance. "By, the way, what's your name?" she asked as she peered into the main hall, seeing guards retreat further into the citadel.

[knightfighter]

Shade though was no where in sight for in fact he had left sewers along time ago when the commotion began, and he noticed guards coming down to the dungeons. Instead now he was in the thrown room, and kept to the shadows until all the guards had left. "I was wondering who the puppeteer was of this little show" he said appearing in front of the dragon.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she raced as fast as she could but couldnt find the otheres so she hid behind a huge oillaer waiting to get her breath back.she watched as sonme prisoners were caught again, sh tried so hard not to lunge out but she too she would save them soon. keeping her breath down lo she forced herself out to see iif she what her first move should be.

[Ishii & Maximus]

Damian, walked beside the small magic user beside hi, glad that luck seemed to always favour him. He grinned and scratched the side of his nose. "I'm Damian, and you are?" He cast his eyes around, weary of the sudden lax in security

[Sakamoto Kumiko]

    "Brooke. Pleasure to meet you." A quick look inside revealed nothing. No one. Quietly the two slipped in through the entrance, past the gates and down the corridors, searching for where one might keep confiscated weapons. There was the foul stench of malice putrefying in the air, wafting into each nook and cranny. It was quite noticeable.
    A moment's silence before they heard 'I was wondering who the puppeteer was of this little show' coming from within the next room. A space guarded by grand pillars and wondrous ruins carved into the old stone walls, ceiling and floors. The malevolent aura was strongest there. And within that room, peering inside, Brooke and Damien could see the owner of such a wicked aura-- a dragon, pleasantly seated upon a throne-- and a much-smaller-than-him furry, who opposed.