Anthony
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*Arthur raced out of the back of the farmhouse, his target cradled under his left arm. Needless to say, he couldn't really do anything about that, since he left his backpack at the tree in which the group first met, and besides, that bag was still filled with gold ore from when he had to explore the cave with the wight in it. He had to sell that soon, didn't he? Anyway, he would find that he ended up far away from the heat of the flames, ending up in a sort of district where the screams died out of audibility. It was dark, with the pavement being hidden from sight, even though a fire was roaring in the background. The walls of houses were only barely visible as he walked in, and people in various cloaks that looked beyond shady were constantly exchanging between entering and exiting their homes. He heard orders barking left and right from above him, namely archers and soldiers panicking and rushing to try and get rid of the fires that he had caused. In his vision, he caught a glimpse of the frontal entrance where Zenoral must have entered from, which looked to be relatively unattended. Besides, there wasn't seeming to be anything left to do in the village, and he could feel that he was running low on his magical energy.*

*With his target still under his arm, he rushed on over to the entrance to the top of the wall; he looked up, noticing the soldiers panic and scramble about as they tried to find a way down the walls in order to get to the town, probably to attempt to put out the fires. If so, he was presented with two options; make a mad dash and jump off of the wall, hoping that the guards dont catch him in time due to the panic, or try and fight his way out so his path would be clear. By carrying his target, he really didn't have a huge ability to fight - rather, it was actually inhibiting his combat performance by a good amount, seeing he had to keep the target aloft and cradled under his arm. Luckily, the target seemed to be passed out by now, most likely due to the pain of cauterization, or the shock of... Well, you know.*

*As he approached the doorway, leading to a column of the wall that seemed to lead to the top, he flung the door open, looking in at a bunch of stairs. Using his speed, but struggling to move with agility because of the lack of space he had to move both the target and his halberd, he changed his weapon back to a sword, keeping it held in his right hand. Arthur would then try and scale the stairs with much greater ease than before since his halberd was now changed into a more compact sword form.*
``` 15 mana regained. Morphing Rasmus into a Sword. Remaining Mana: 30.5/230```
Yolanda
Arthur would reach the top, the guards not exactly noticing him as they went from village guards to the fire brigade. They were trying to put out the fires! Sadly for them, there wasn't anything they could do anymore. The flames were simply too big to control. Some people were already fleeing from the village, breaking through the guards with their numbers. 

Idrid was able to break through and escape. I assume he'd be going towards the rendezvous. Arthur was able to simply jump off of the wall into a bush. It wasn't very tall so it would be easy. 

It was the final stretch of the game. Don't die now
Douglas
*Indeed heading towards the rendezvous, and also assuming that the Oni was following him, they would probably make it. Nothing really to say here. This was a bit too easy, though, so he kept wary for anything.*
Anthony
*Surprisingly, Arthur would find that he reached the top of the walls without any opposition. Several guards passed by him, dashing towards the fire brigade as they raced down the steps, attempting to put out the fires. Sadly, the fires would prove to be too large to control, and the inferno would rage on in the background. Arthur would look away from the destruction, however, focused on the mission he was tasked to do. On the walls, it didn't seem like there was any sort of opposition left for the kitsune to face, and he realized that he could just... Jump off of the wall.*

*He walked towards the edge, looking down from the top of the wall. It didn't seem to be too far up, seeing that the wall belonged to some run down village, so he could probably safely land without too large of an injury. However, what about his target? His target would be the one most susceptible to fall damage, seeing that he didn't have any legs or arms to break the descent, which posed a slight problem in itself. However, he had a solution to this problem, a solution which would, if he didn't screw up, cushion both of their falls, allowing them to land safely onto the ground.*

*Sheathing his sword, Arthur cast flame guard on himself once more. The defensive spell could protect against a single severe hit without any difficulty, and had a knockback effect; an effect that would be essential for his survival in the fall from the top of the wall. He took his target, clutching him intensely with both of his arms, before he stepped onto the very edge of the wall. Flame Guard active, he turned back towards the village, taking a moment to stop and admire the flames. From where he was, the black market district he had come across would still be relatively unharmed, but the hellish blaze in the far regions would be ever so prominent against the night. He paused for a minuscule second, then let his weight tip over as he fell backwards off of the wall to the ground below.*

``` Flame Guard cast. Remaining mana: 5.5/230 ```
Yolanda
Arthur would slap the ground with a squish. Seems like they landed on something... Rotting. Oh well. It cushioned their fall. They were free to go to the rendezvous spot and complete their mission. 

And yes, it may have been something suspiciously easy... But with the combination of brute force and fire, anything can be easy. The guards have stopped protecting the outside and has started to try to halt the flames as the civilians poured from inside to escape the inferno. 

They were free to go to the rendezvous point! At the spot that they always meet, it was completely empty. She was probably there... Stalking them
Douglas
*Assuming yet again that Zenoral made it and is carrying the two bodies and didn't get stabbed, Idrid would make it to the rendezvous point. Wherever that is. He then would wait for the other two.*