Could he smell it; smell her bloodlust? Of course. Killers has scents just as anything else. He was fairly certain she would kill him in a painful way if he couldn't give her the answer she wanted. His suspicion was confrimed when she put her blade up against his throat. He made the mistake of tilting his head slightly to look down at the blade, and it make a small slice in his flesh. Immediately he could smell the trickle of blood running down his throat. His pupils dialated and the rate of his breathing changed slightly. His previous train of thought was lost to him as he felt his blood lust taking control.<br/><br/>A rapid stream of events followed. There was the smell of smoke and people began rushing out of the building. Nicolina pushed his chair over to stall him inside and he fell over with it. After a moment, Isaiah stood up again, and turned to stare into the rapidly growing flames. He desperately needed blood right now. Maybe someone was still inside...<br/><br/>Without giving it a second thought, the Assassine walked into the flames. They licked his skin but didn't do very much damage; his clothes protected him slightly. He was in a daze and hardly felt the burns. Any pain was completely overshadowed by his desire to inflict pain on others.<br/><br/>After searching around for a moment he had still found no one. As conscious thought came back to him, he realized they must all have fled because of the fire. He coughed from the smoke he inhaled and became suddenly aware of his situation. Isaiah's pupils dialated back to normal and his breathing went back to its regular rythm, when it wasn't interrupted by coughing.<br/><br/>Isaiah swore when he saw his path to the door was blocked by flames. He picked up a chair and hurled it at a window, breaking a way out. The Assassin climbed through, careful not to get cut up again, and breathed the fresh air deeply. After a while when he was still dizzy, he figured it was the poison, not the smoke, making him so. He saw a hay barrel and sought refuge inside it, covering himself with the straw and opting to take a little nap as he let the poison wear off and the cut on his neck to stop bleeding.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Fredrick saw the man he knew to be Renaldo enter the tower and begin an inquiry as to Isaiah's location. The man sighed and stood, walking over to the curious Assassin.<br/><br/>"I apologise," Fredrick said. "I just sent him off. So tell me," the man said, giving an apologetic smile, "what sort of mess has my friend caused this time?"