Dammit! This wasn’t a position Lydalia wanted to be in. Despite not being well armored, or perhaps because they weren’t well armored, It was hard to strike a blow against the monks. Light on their feet too, as one managed to get past her and sprint towards Ruby. She was still fending off two monks, unable to gain ground under their coordinated assault.<br/><br/>What could she do? Damen was busy with the foes’ white mage, distracting the healer before she could strengthen and support her own troops.  If she retreated to protect Ruby, it would leave their white mage without protection. But the black mage couldn’t withstand an assault from the skilled martial artist, either.<br/><br/>A barrage of punch battered her shield, and her concentration. She pushed her shield into her opponent’s space, opening them up to a strike from her blade. “Piero!” She roared, ripping her blade from the monk’s chest, “Help Ruby!  You just have to hold on, a little while-” A hard right  cross from the monk cut off any further instructions, blood spewing from her  lips. She retaliated against the monk, an angry wide strike that connected with the monk’s ribs. It didn’t fell her opponent, but it weakened him greatly. “Go, now!” She barked, noting that the archers were otherwise indisposed. Once the fire team finished their mission they would regroup, and finish the rest of their enemies.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Alex was just behind Imos and Sera, grateful her allies made short work of the remaining archers. She was more of a lover than a fighter, or so she would claim. So, while they were confronting the guards, Alex mad an appraisal of the enemy supplies.  Oh, daggers coated with a substance that could steal a man’s voice. Alex grabbed three of those. And fresh boots with good treads,  for moving swiftly in rough terrain, two pairs of those went in her bag. Two mythril long swords, a well crafted white staff and a rod with a fire insignia on it were added to the procured supplies. Lastly there was a lance with a recently sharpened tip. “Sera, catch!” Alex called, tossing the weapon up to her ally.<br/><br/>Loaded down with what she could carry, Alex set towards destroying the rest of it. Uncorking a flask of oil, she poured out as much as she could, starting from the middle of the storehouse and making her way towards the front entrance. “Get ready to run!” She called to Sera and Imos, concentrating on her cantrip. “Firette!” it took a couple sparks to catch, the orange flame following the trail of oil into the depot.