Yolanda
A path he would find! The entire village was in chaos, the soldiers scrambling late to their posts. At this point, it was too late for them to do anything. The invaders had blended in with the crowd. The soldiers were even more armed! That's good that they slipped in before anything could really happen to them. 

If you listened to cute lady, she said about something about farm houses? Well, bright red, or rust red buildings layed in the distance. Some in the farthest end of the village, while another one was nearer. Better slip in without the boy noticing or you might cause a panikk.

As with this, best to lay low and take the longest ways. Usually the safest and easiest way to get somewhere unhindered
Peter
*Zenoral touched down from the opposing side of the wall to have his eyes on the backside of a home. Prolonging his stay by placing his back on the building, using it as a bit of cover to move his sights on what other buildings were close by. 

By now he could see a bit of the smoke that came from the chaos. Slightly grumbling over the fact that he was partnered with a bunch of direct, yet extremely annoying group of two. This could've been a lot more organized, but even so. He couldn't say much about them due to the fact that they were more then likely capable of fending for eachother. Now, back go the duty at hand. If Zenoral could see some kind of window on either side of the home he was using for cover. He wanted to peer inside to see what was going on. If this wasn't a option, then he would simply look out for the two barn houses that could be close to his vicinity.*
Anthony
*Arthur would notice an obvious path spanning throughout the village, gaining a glimpse of the chaos that he had caused by setting the entire town aflame. Fire... Such a beautiful, yet destructive thing, wasn't it? The soldiers were running to and fro, trying to reach their posts before anything else, rather than save the citizens ofnthe town that were being burned and buried alive. How incompetent... They'd rather let their own people die to capture some ruffians than save their people and combat the criminals later? Arthur clicked his tongue with distaste. The soldiers were more likely focused on the battle than the people, weren't they? Were they the sort of barbaric type to put their own lust for battle in front of saving the people they were trained to protect? How unsightly. They even seemed way more armed than their once-patrolling counterparts. Sighing, Arthur would recall something the lady from earlier had told them.*

*She had mentioned something about farmhouses when they were first given the scrolls with the pictures of their targets on them. In the distance, he was able to make out some bright red buildings, buildings that stood out like a sore thumb against the orangish red of the fire in the town. They were almost rust colored with how maroon they seemed. There was another one closer to them, but it seemed like the furthest one was near one of the ends of the village where the fire had not reached. They didn't seem to be noticed yet, and he doubt they would be noticed, save of course, for Idrid. Arthur could probably pass himself off if no one noticed his ears or tail, but he doubt they would within the fire's panic. Leaving Idrid in the dust, he took off for the closest of the buildings, halberd by his side.*
Douglas
*Seeing Artoria leave him behind, he knew that it was probably the right thing to do. He didn't exactly blend in. He let the fire mage run ahead, then reduced his size and followed, about 30 feet behind him. Best not to attract attention with his size.*

*Recalling something about farmhouses, that must be what Artoria was heading for. Seems like their targets were farmers. Hm. Two of them. Artoria had run for the closest one, so he should take the other. It would be faster that way. Changing direction, he hopes to slip through the crowd. Unlikely, but possible through the chaos.*

```Enlarge ended, 5 mana regained, 28/80 mana remaining```
Yolanda
They were all easily able to find their way to the barn houses. Zenoral ending up in a completely different barn house in comparison to Artoria and Idrid. They were all unsuspecting farm houses! They all seemed unguarded, but they were occupied. Seems like an easy time to get in! 

They did cause an insane amount of chaos and shifted in before anything could happen. So it would be a smart thought that maybe they were all busy protecting the outside of the village. But... At this point, they may have just noticed the hole in the wall! Who knows? 

Ferret is tired and excessively sick blabbering so carry on. The barn houses are open, and the targets should be inside, unprotected.
Douglas
*Walking inside the open barn door, Idrid could smell the livestock inside. He barely steps past the entrance, however, and activated his handy thermal vision, since it's probably dark inside. No surprises. It would probably help him find his target as well. Using his large peripheral vision and thermal vision, he carefully scans the barn house for any heat signatures. As a precaution, he hefts his shield in front of him, and his mace behind him.*

*Wonder what the other two were doing. The vampire probably had the senses to be effective in the dark, so the job should be easy for him. Zenoral, on the other hand, was probably doing nothing. Lazy, stupid bastard. He'll probably rob him of his share, since the Oni did absolutely nothing to contribute. He sort of deserves it.*
Anthony
*Arthur was able to slip by the havoc that was being caused throughout the village, the panicked villagers' anxiety only being ramped up to the maz by the roaring flames that slowly consumed the village. He dashed towards the barn house, noticing the lack of guards around the place. Most likely, the rest of the village soldiers were out around the walls trying to find them, so at this point, it was probable that they had already figured out the location of the hole in which they had entered from. He could hear some sounds coming from within the barn, meaning that it was occupied, but over the screams and the cries from behind him that pierced into his esrdrums, he really couldn't make out what the noises inside the barn was supposed to be. It was likely that the elite guard, if such a thing existed, was holed up inside of the barn, protecting the target that lay within. If Arthur were to be prepared for a battle, now would be a good time to start said preperation.*

*Once he had reached one of the frontal ends of the barn, he quickly went over to one of the walls on the side, kneeling on a single knee while setting his halberd down beside him. He cast Burn Up on himself, as well as flame guard, since both of those spells had expired at this point in time. Once this process was completed, he took his halberd back in hand, and made his way back to the front of the building, where a door was. He paused for a moment, wondering how he should enter the building; should he do it in an awfully serious manner? Or should he do it like he really didn't care at all? Or should he act like a complete fool about the entire ordeal? Well, In the end, it really didn't matter, so Arthur went to the door, keeping a safe distance away from it, before using the hammered side of his halberd to smash the door open.*
``` Burn Up and Flame Guard cast. Remaining Mana: 34/230 ```
Peter
*Zenoral took the structure of the Farmhouse into consideration. Slowly twiddling his fingers around to slam his hand directly into the wooden wall. Given how durable his body seemed, he easily pierced the piece of wood and soon used that as leverage to start climbing. His goal was to get on the room on the farmhouse. Creating small gash-like cuts into the wood to support his body weight while he did so. Even if it was unprotected, his best bet of finding the target would be someone upstairs. And since most farmhouses had a opened window near the top. He decided to get in through that means.

Once on the roof, he made headway towards the frontal area to get in a pretty good view on the destruction the two amassed. The Vampire was too reckless in his mind, simply going in without much of a plan. Or the guy held an attitude of that sorts. And for the Lizard? In the Oni's eyes he seemed extremely incompetent, dull, and pretty damn stupid for how he handled planning. Not one of them gave in a shred of caution when it came to things like this. But even so, their fearlessness and capabilities within their abilities have seemed to shine where their weaknesses falter. So calling them useless was something that he couldn't do. Anyway, enough with the small studies. The Oni soon dipped his fingers in a unified stab while he turned his back over to the sight. Before jump with that vice grip on the roof to soon let go and let gravity shoot him into the open hole that lead into the second floor for the farmhouse.*
Yolanda
Artoria would find himself in the barn. It was empty, the soft sounds of whimpering could be heard from SOMEWHERE in the barn. Target 2 was definitely here. Who knew it would be so easy after they got into the town? 

Zenoral and Idrid would find himself inside of the other barn, which seemed to be empty! Though, he could here sobbing from somewhere inside. Could it be...? His target is within this building, hiding like a coward? Or was this a trap? Who knows? No one does. Or will they? With Idrid's therman vision, he could see a figure hiding behind a cow, and... Well... A large circular cold object in front of the other entrance!
Douglas
*Huh. The Oni made it. Seeing him jump from the taller floor seemed idiotic, unless he was used to it. There were two things he could see: a figure behind a cow, and a circular, cold object. The figure hiding was most likely the target, while the circular object was most likely some kind of shield. Someone else was here, most likely. Whether they saw them or not depended. Careful not to make any noise, he beckons for the Oni to go towards the circular figure his mace, while he slowly and carefully stepped towards the cow. He silently laughed inside his head, the Oni could get impaled here.*
Anthony
*Arthur stopped for a moment, using his natural gift with his hearing ability to be able to scope out noises coming in from the barn. He listened closely, trying to get a scale for where in the building the noise was originating from. It definitely seemed that their second target was here, somewhere. He was able to spot a good amount of hay and wood inside the barn, as to be expected from a building primarily used for farming. He realized that he had barely any magical energy left, but it was enough for another, final spell. He was ready to cast Enveloping Hell once more with his spare hand... But remembered that they could be paid even more if the targets were returned to them alive. He stopped, pondering for a moment. Would it really be THIS easy to just capture the targets? If he thought about it, this entire ordeal seemed to be a ploy. He had the lurking suspicion that they had missed something while focusing on combat and retrieval, but at the same time, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made him feel so uneasy. Most likely, it was the sense that this entire ordeal was exponentially more easy that a good portion of the Boss's pther requests.*

*Because of this, he slowly walked into the barn, keeping his halberd by his side, his senses wide awake. Once he had reached near the center of the barn, he held out his left hand by his side, setting it on fire. Tendrils of fire, blazing brightly within the darkness of the barn, swirled into his hand at once, before condensing. He controlled the flame so that it wouldn't combust the air just yet; rather, he wanted to threaten whoever it was hiding in the barn to come out for now. Stopping once this procedure was completed, Arthur opened his mouth to speak, keeping his eyes out for any possible movements in the dark.*
``` Mana regenerated. Remaining Mana: 49/230 ```

"Look, lets just get this over with. I know you're here, you know I'm here, and I'm about to set this place on fucking fire if you don't come out. Don't believe me? I will literally roast you like a **FUCKING** Pig if you make this difficult. For me, that is. So please, hurry the hell up, so I don't have to work even harder than I need to."
Peter
*Zenoral trampled his feet against the wooden ground he found himself on. Taking a moment to soon enough look around and find a bunch of N o t h i n g. With time the Oni only came to look over the wooden railing to see the Idiotic Lizard walking in. Rather than amusing the snake in some kind of banter, he redirected his eyes towards where he pointed his mace. 

Using the bits of wooden scaffolding, out Oni friend would only move his body over the railing to slowly move up a bit. Taking the time to slowly get a open eye view on whatever was behind the cow at the time. This seemed easy, a little too easy. Rather, it screamed trap in front of their faces. Recklessly approaching whatever was there could get them killed, so getting a better view, if he could, on whatever was trying to hide behind the cow was a better choice.*
Yolanda
In Arthur's barn, the wimpering would continue, the man not giving himself up. They were completely alone, the village in shambles and the infantry kinda breaking apart. A militia will never be as good as a full army. They simply could not coordinate themselves. 

Meanwhile, in Zenoral and Idrid's side, there would be a loud shhhk sound, their 3rd target coming up and above their cow hiding spot with a nasty looking crossbow. It was... A medium weighted one, pointed straight at the big lizard person

"Take this you overgrown inbred house lizard!"

He said, firing a bolt at him. A final last ditch effort from the target to... Well, protect his cow. How pathetic. They scammed the boss, and they don't have the balls to fight them straight. 

Seemed that this was nearing the end! They just had to get their prisoners and take them to the river to complete it. Though, getting out of the village may pose one or two issues for the fragmented trio.
Douglas
*His sharp eyes would quickly spot the cowardly man, who for some reason, was protecting his cow. Quickly raising his shield, the bolt clangs against it. Cute. Letting go of his mace, he doesn't need it anyway, he quickly charges towards the man, who's probably trying to desperately reload. Grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up, it seems like this was an ordinary farmer. Why would the boss want them to capture these guys? Who cares. It's a job, and that means money.*

"Heh. I don't like being called inbred. And you haven't seen overgrown. It's simply false, especially since I'm both stronger and faster than you. Thought you had me there for a second? I'm one step ahead of you. And you won't be able to take any soon enough."

*And yet again, his limbs go snap snap. He's definitely not walking anymore. Flopping him over his shoulder next to the old man, who he readjusts, he turns to the Oni.*

"Did you do anything? Let's go back."

*Seriously, did the oni do anything? Seems like Artoria and he did all the work. The job would have gone exactly the way it did without him. He's contemplating whether they should take Zenoral's share. Time to go back, as Idrid picks up his mace and rushes back towards the river.*
Anthony
*Arthur scowled slightly. The whimpering coming in from his barn would continue to go on, even after he had issued his warning. It seemed, this time, that they were completely alone in the barn, besides Arthur, in this task. At this point, Arthur was considering the fact that they didn't have a lot of time left before the authorities came about and enclosed on their position; any smart person's first instinct would be to protect their leaders from danger if an invasion were to happen, after all. However, judging by the man's demeanor at the moment, it would seem that this guy didn't even have the spine to lead a small group, let alone an entire town.*

"Fine, you asked for this. Go to hell, you worthless piece of scum."

*Arthur, after finishing his little monologue, would put his halberd down by his side. Taking his right hand, having the palm hover just over the compressed flame of his left, he had his other hand catch on fire, before holding out both arms by his sides. He would quickly look up, using the newfound light to try and spot the man, but no such indication of any life would be shone. He sighed; he really wished he could have gotten more money out of this job. Oh well. With this final acknowledgement, Arthur cast Enveloping Hell once more, this time with both of his hands, causing the radius of the spell from 5 feet to 9 feet. The hay on the floor would catch on fire, as well as the wooden infrastructure, but this was what happened when people didn't listen - at least, didn't listen when they had no other choice to.*
``` Enveloping Hell cast. Remaining Mana: 14/230 ```
Peter
`"Do anything? Remind you. Your big ass and the idiotic Vampite both charged in with no sort of plan to put your backs on. And while you did this, I actually played a part in slowing their advancements. Of course, that got thrown out the window the moment you both started blowing shit up. For future reference for your health, please try and learn to be a little more observant. And speaking of..."`

*Dropping down, the Oni would only stand upright to look back towards the door of the farm. This seemed way too easy, either that or this job was just easy to do with just the two alone. Slowly holding a hand up to have Idirid stop moving, the oni would slowly place his hands on his nose, before slowly getting in a more stronger smell around the area. If there were people coming towards the grounds, he would know based on the type of metalitic smell. Of course taking into account that both the buildings were burning and they were in a farmhouse, he seemed pretty confident when it came to his nose. If there was some kind of trap, he was more then likely going to pick up on it if the trap itself had some kind of smell that stood out. Like a more metallic feel.*
Yolanda
The man with Arthur would quickly scamper out of his hiding spot once the entire place was lit up in flames. He was unable to do much, but cower in the far corner, watching the flames crawl their way to him. It seems that was his end... Unless Arthur decided to break him and take them to the boss! Arthur could hear yelling from outside as people tried to put out the fire. Seems like the only way out was from the roof or the back door! 

Meanwhile, the man that Idrid broke would cry out in pain. He would soon pass out from either the shock or the pain. There was yelling outside, the smell of steel being picked up by Zenoral, but they passed by. Seems like they were trying to find them... But they couldn't get to them. Zenoral would also detect something... It was metallic. It was closer... The two could probably see sharp teeth glinting in the moon light! Looks almost like a nasty nasty animal trap.
Douglas
*What was that? It looked like metal teeth. That was probably some kind of bear trap. Those are illegal! Not that it would have mattered, seeming that Idrid's leg was armored. Zenoral might not have been, but who cares about him at this point? So what's the best way to take care of traps? Destroy them! So Idrid slams his mace down on the trap.*

"You call it rashness. I call it initiative. It's only rashness if you don't have the power to back it up, and I've got plenty of that. What you were doing is cowardice, choosing to hide. We were able to get to the wall undetected because we were lucky, but if we weren't, the result would have been the same nonetheless. And I wouldn't insult the vampire. He's far stronger than you are."

```10 mana regained, because I keep forgetting to regain it. 38/80 mana remaining.```
Peter
`"Stop you damn idiot! Approaching things head first is not always the answer! I can smell them surrounding the area, meaning recklessly going about this will only draw more blood. We have what we want, now focus on leaving before we get underpaid for our work."`

*Zenoral would come to stare bullets at the Lizard. He wasn't afraid of the trap, more so having to deal with a force that they could easily ignore. First the guy has the balls to ignore the Oni's credit where it was due, but now he seems to belittle him because of that fact. If Idrid had dragged on unwanted attention because of his recklessness, then it would simply be said that he needed to be corrected at some point in time. Watching the mace go wherever direction it went. If another fight ensued, best believe that Zenoral would simply let the lizard deal with a problem that he made himself.*
Anthony
*Arthur would see a man quickly dash out of a spot hidden from the light hisnflames had produced, quickly making a point to steer out of the direction of the flames. He ended up cowering in the far corner, his back turned away from the kitsune. Really? Was this their target? He imagined their enemies being MORE than... This. He thought that the old man was some sort of wise mage type person, and that these younger guys were like warriors, or champions, of the village. Yet, the longer Arthur looked at the quaking man, the reality of the situation came to him; these were just ordinary people, weren't they?*

*He had expected... More. If he were to be completely honest, his target right now was more pathetic, at least in stature, than Cornelius even AFTER the man had gotten his limbs severed from his body. At least he had the gall to even speak; this guy was just wallowing in his own shame at this point, and the sight of it really put Arthur in a bad mood. He wasn't even trying to get away; this was the look of a man who has TRULY given up on escape. Not even putting in an effort to con himself out of imminent death, not even trying to make an attempt to save himself. No, he cowered in the corner like some hopeless fool; Arthur knew if he were in his situation, he would at least try and take a stand for escape. Well... It really couldn't be helped, could it?*

*He strode over to where the man was huddled in the corner, the licking of the fire grazing his back, warming himself up. The man continued to cower before him, without any resistance; it seemed like he was way too focused on himself to notice that the kitsune had suddenly come up behind him. Arthur let out an exhale, then raised his halberd. Swiftly, using the bladed side, he performed a slice to both of his arms in turn, then aimed another one towards his legs. It would be much easier if his target didn't try and resist, but at the same time, it was quite boring.*
``` 15 Mana regenerated. Remaining Mana: 29/230 ```
Yolanda
Well, both of their targets were taken. One was simply unconscious, while the other one was bleeding out and unable to do much from all the pain and... Well, shock! Now time to get out of the village! How will they get out with... Two broken people and one bloodbag? 

Oh well, lets see how this plays out shall we? At this point, if they looked outside of the shutters, they could see the entire village practically in flames, the buckets of water not being able to stop them. The soldiers are basically broken up, some running off to get reinforcements while a good chunk remained to search for the intruders!