Leon
The scent of blood caught Marsila's attention immediately as the firing of arrows began to cease. She couldn't distract herself, she needed to focus on finding the amulet. The many arrows lodged in her back made her muscles stiff, she was glad it couldn't kill her but it did pain her like a son of a bitch. 

As she began to take the stairs towards the first level, multiple guards began their way in her direction with their weapons drawn. She slowed her pace as she looked towards them with slitted eyes, her fur standing on end. Marsila still had some form of control over her animalistic nature but it was reckless to ignore that she was slipping. As the men charged at her, their blades slicing into her flesh caused her to lose her hold on the panther within. It had happened too fast for Marsila to realise what she was doing as her fangs sunk into one of their arm's before placing as much pressure with her jaw. Throwing her body around, the feline tossed the man into the other two until she felt the weight leave her mouth when his limb disconnected from his body.

Marsila didn't know what was happening with Rekkan as she continued to force her way towards the second floor. No man stood a chance as she tore through them, maiming most of the guards while killing a few. As she neared the second floor, a silver arrow was released and lodged itself in her shoulder. The feline cried out as it burned through her shoulder, her front legs collapsing beneath her. Falling to the floor, Marlisa had fallen to shock from the affliction the silver created. She had never having been cut with the metal, let alone punctured deeply through the muscle. 

Shaking herself back to reality, Marlisa was lucky the arrow was within distance of being able to wrap her mouth around it. The shaft was made of wood to her luck so she was able to pull it out slowly while trying not to break it. Unfortunately it was taking her too much time as the man who shot her neared with his crossbow aimed. Marsila looked towards the man with widened eyes as he grinned towards her like this had been a joke to him. 

"I knew one of those beasts when you ran through all them arrows." He began as he neared her. Marsila waited patiently as he did so, hoping he would be stupid enough to walk close enough for her to attack him. "You would make me quite the fortune on the markets."
David
What a disgrace. When did he ever underestimate the battlefield like this? Did he truly think that this was to be a walk in the park? Not exactly. Not at all. So what manner of warrior is here that can not only slash him, but put him down like a dog? It's such a deep thrill, such an excitement building up in his core, bellowing from his solar plexus to set his spirit aflame. Yes, this a real battle, not like the brawl he participated in the evening before. Yes, this is making him grin like a madman. Full blown, toothy grin of arousal, you can call it that. The blurred vision from the fall stabilizes as Rekkan grunts in the heave of his body upward. He picks Furashuu up and sheathes it, only for it to shine bright and vanish in that instant. It is time to change tactics. Go back to the brutal ways.

The wanderer's dormant body is roused to a stiff awakening. He shakes off the jolts of pain coursing through his spine and bloodshot eyes gaze upward. Rekkan sees parts of the feline and the creeping marksman that shot her, though he is ignorant to what just happened. Worried and rash in aiding his ally, the man makes embers crackle from his left palm and form into a whirling ball of fire. He hurls it at the beams on the ceiling to spread flame. This energy eats away at the wood, making the supports of the roof begin to crack. His legs will a daunting sprint up the stairs opposite to those Marsila fought her way up only to see the warrior that cut him. He is tall and wields a claymore, he is ready to cut Rekkan if he dares near him.

The swordsman is very daring. He rushes up the second flight with right hand pulsing red. A flame bursts from it as Fang is revealed from the arcing fire. An upward slash is created to meet the downward attack of his opponent, making blades clash after steps are torn by the brutal appearance. Splinters and fragments of wood fly everywhere. The clash does not give Rekkan pause. He charges through the lock and thrusts his shoulder against the flat of the blades. His attack knocks his enemy back a couple of steps, but does not make him waver. Another contrast of slashes has the two clashing time after time, with Rekkan in an one handed wield and his enemy in a two handed. They fight before kingpins and overlords of crime, watching on as if it is some kind of gladiatorial duel. When a strike has the two drawing their bodies back, Rekkan seems to have had enough.

"You're pretty good." The wanderer says with a haughty tone and smirk plastered on his face. "But I'm the leading man." His left hand meets the lower half of Fang's beautiful, white clothed hilt. He's putting his life on the line with this next swing of his.

Meanwhile, one oughta remember the lead offered to the girl before they entered the warehouse. Didn't she stash it with the rest of her clothing back in the ground floor? Oddly enough, a bitter taste courses her mouth and makes her taste buds wriggle. He said this would help her in her time of need, if her life was in danger. The taste is so repelling that she will find her maw open by sheer instinct. When it does, her tongue is spat out in front of her feline muzzle and a bellowing cry surges from her throat, guttural fluids becoming a high pressure torrent of water that crashes against the marksman's face. The force of this energy is in itself so strong that the rapids of water seem to peel off his skin and make him cry in terror,or try to cry, as his mouth feels the liquid invading it and bloating his lungs and stomach. He is drowning. The slitted eyes of the black panther tear up as a reflection mirrors through them the strange apparition of a pale... Woman?
Leon
Marsila has no clue as to what had just happened. She had completely forgotten about the leaf Rekkan had handed her for protection. She would need to question this about him once they rid themselves of their current situation but her main priority was getting the silver tipped arrow out of her shoulder. 

Meanwhile the marksman's skin grew a purple tinge while expanding due to the bloating the water created. The shifter knew his life had been ended as his soulless gaze stared off into the distance which discomforted her greatly. He could have at least died facing away from her. It was an insensitive thought but Marsila could care less as he had planned on selling her off like she was some slab of meat and she hadn't intentionally killed him. 

She wrapped her maw around the shaft of the arrow protruding from her shoulder and continued to pull it out with a slow pace. She needed to be sure that the wooden length of the arrow didn't snap and leave the silver hidden inside her. It took a lot of patience, thankful everyone of importance and their guardsmen were distracted by the fight occurring between Rekkan and his opponent. She had a feeling that they also thought the marksmen had taken care of her but it wouldn't be long before they sent one of their men to check. 

Once she was able to successfully remove the arrow, her wound began to slowly heal itself up but at a slow pace. Her flesh had already begun pushing out the other arrowheads that intruded her body so only a few were sticking out. The shifter forced herself to stand even when her body protested and used the shadows to manoeuvre herself through to the second level.
David
The two duelists set their eyes on their opponent. The atmosphere is rigid, but it soon breaks with a simultaneous step forward of the two. Rekkan moves to swing his sword in a diagonal fashion from right to left. The riding blade clashes with the flat side of the downward claymore and chips it as it deflects, two handed wield being much stronger than his previous one handed grip. Fang is a weapon forged not of conventional means, nor are the experience and skill of the wanderer. His slash cuts through the leather armor and severs the ribcage, making his opponent collapse on his back with a heavy breath. "I-I... Lost..." He mutters, eyes bulged and blood spilling from the wound on his chest.

A few hands join in clapping. "Good display of swordsmanship!" Says one of the higher ups. "Wouldn't you be interested in joining us? We could use muscle like you! Tell us, what drove you here? What is it that you want?" Rekkan notices the necklace on the man's neck and the blue jewel encrusted in gold. "I say... I think I can see it from here." The guy replies, making the group of men confused. "Don't look at me with those sorry eyes. You look dumb." He smirks haughty, mocking the underground's overlords as the ceiling begins to give and flames spread to the walls. "My friend will be taking back that amulet. Me? I just want the rush of the fight."

With no more words uttered, the guy dashes to the last few guards remaining, his adrenaline pumping blood in such a way that these men seem small fries in comparison to his last opponent. Maybe they are, for none shows killing intent or skill as significant as that other man. "Come on up and reclaim your treasure, Marsila!" He shouts out, cutting through leather and flesh. "It won't be long until this all collapses on us!"
Leon
Once the panther had reached the second floor, two of the men's scent caught her attention, recognising it from when her belongings had been stolen. Between them was the man who'd been speaking to Rekkan. She assessed the floor she had managed to reach, noting the gap where the two men had fallen from. She may possibly use this as an advantage, seeing how she only had one other exit that would take too long for her to retreat down. 

Marsila made sure to make no sound in her careful movements, stalking towards the men who had their backs facing towards her. She had only been a few steps away when Rekkan called her name out, resulting in the higher ups and their men to turn to face her. This pissed her off majorly, especially when she noticed the man between the two thieves wearing the amulet she had been so desperate to fine. 

Before anyone had the time to react, the large feline charged towards the man who carried her necklace. As she was to slam into the much larger male, he had unsheathed his sword but was unable to use it when he was thrown along with the shifter towards the ground floor. 

Marsila landed with ease on all four of her paws, the man she fell with couldn't say the same as a puddle of blood began to form by his skull. The shifter knew he was dead when she couldn't hear his heart beating in his chest but didn't feel any guilt. She assumed this was because they had placed themselves in a kill or be killed like situation which she had the time to worry about later. Using her teeth, Marsila tore the necklace from his neck before turning her body so it looked like she had planned on racing out where they had entered. Suddenly the feline made a sharp left towards where she hid the clothing and dagger while waiting for Rekkan so he would be able to help collect their belongings.
David
The wanderer does not do things with half a heart. In the midst of the confusion, when eyes break from his form to gaze at the panther's black fur and golden orbs, he races his blade through the last of the men to incapacitate or outright kill them. Either or will not matter as their fates are sealed from what is about to come crashing down. The wanderer himself spares no more seconds in his withdrawal, leaving the survivors of this bloodbath to the fast descent of burning beams. 

Chunks of the ceiling begin to collapse and crash onto the floor as Rekkan makes his escape, leaping off the railing to land on the first floor, then repeating the leap to land at ground level. He hurries to the feline turned human's side and can't help but notice. She is naked. It is but a bare body out of the dozens he has seen of men and women alike, but he would lie if he told himself it is not alluring. He does brush such thoughts aside, quickly pulling his cloak from the crate. His hands lift the red garbs over the head of the girl who holds her clothes in her hands as a beam comes down right on top of them. Not one to let the little suffer, he takes the brunt of the burning beam with his broad back, forcing a grunt and a grit of the teeth. It's no heroic, mind one, but simply using his thicker skin to absorb damage. "Let's get out of here...!"

Rekkan is rather pissed at this last event, feeling pain that will make him sore later. Not that the rest of his body will need a rest after being smashed on the ground earlier. He takes the remaining piece off the crate, his dagger, and pushes Marsila in front of him, running behind her until they go through the corridor and come out the warehouse. He does not stop until they are back in the narrower alleys, gazing back to watch the fire consume the warehouse.
Leon
As the burning beam descended towards the two of them, the flames almost burnt her skin from the close proximity, feeling the heat more than a human would. Marsila was relieved that Rekkan was able to stop the beam from collapsing on top of her and didn't need to be told multiple times that they needed to leave. 

Knowing that he wouldn't be far behind, Marsila raced off towards the exit once she was pushed while making sure to avoid any flame from touching her. The smoke started to grow heavy, flooding the corridors and inside the warehouse, making it hard her anyone inside the building to breath. Her speed proved useful as she sprinted through the warehouse, using her arm to block the smoke from entering her nose so she wouldn't be dazed from the lack of oxygen. Once she reached the large set of doors that had been knocked down from earlier events, Marsila slowed her pace so that Rekkan could catch up before following him as he raced past. 

Once they reached a safe distance from the warehouse which had lead them towards the alleyways, Marsila rested her back against one of the bricked surfaces. She didn't bother to watch the burning building collapse on itself and held her clenched fist in front of herself, opening her fingers to reveal the amulet. She couldn't believe she had to go through all that trouble just to retrieve this piece of jewellery. 

Pressing it against her chest, the shifter threw her head back and laughed lightly like it had all been a joke. The plan they had was an idiotic one that almost blew up in their face, they were lucky to have escaped with both the amulet and their lives. Her shoulder was the worst of her injuries, the wounds on her back and thighs had fully healed while the silver inflicted flesh refused to heal at a fastened pace. It pained her but it was tolerable enough for the shifter to push it to the back of her mind. "I can't believe we survived that bullshit."
David
The guy stretched his shoulders as his back arches. There is a pain on the muscles from the beam that won't go away soon, as he does not have the high speed regeneration of the shifter. It takes a good while for the population to react, eyes of horror looking onward at the fire as the screams of its victims muffle the crackling of wood. The grotesque scene of the doorman coming out from the side door the two entered while ablaze singes the mind of some sensitive spectators. It won't be long until the warehouse is a pile of charred rubble.

Rekkan laughs. He falls on his ass and laughs hearty, head tilting back as he puts his hand on his chest. It's bleeding. "How come?" He asks Marsila with a mock under his raspy, deep tone. "It all came together perfectly." Rekkan doesn't hide his sarcastic tone, but even then they must admit to themselves that going in with barely a plan in mind and destroying the black market, or at least one of the underground scenes, is pretty damn cool. The guy does wonder what kind of consequences this will have, if any. There are those that managed to escape. What if they warn others about them? Worse, what if they put up bounties?

A good meal and some tending to his wounds would do good right about now, which can also be said of the Vema girl. Rekkan rises onto his feet and looks turns around, ready to leave the mess behind him. "Know a place we can eat and rest without being that tavern? Gut feeling we shouldn't return there any time soon." He smirks gentle, a slight pierce of the corner of his lips against his left cheek. "Oh, and... Cool trick, turning into an animal." He doesn't remember anything from the nightmare he helped thwart the night before, else he would have figured out back then. It was only when the girl hinted at the necklace's magical properties that he started to unravel the mystery, becoming sure of it upon seeing her transformed shape inside the warehouse.