<span style="color: #FFBF00">As soon as the sound of the disturbance reaches Mathias's ears he perked up, looking in the direction of the disturbance.  "What the hell?  What's all of that noise coming from?”  He glanced back to Death, any hint of his casual outlook gone. “I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't investigate this.  With your leave I will be off...Unless you also wish to see what the disturbance is.” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">The momentary insanity departed Death as quickly as it had come. For the time being, the animosity between them would have to be suspended. "That I do." He said, and set off in the direction of the noise.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">The spy nodded, falling into step behind Death.  “I know people are getting restless, but I didn't think there would be an rioting yet...With any luck it's an accident in one of War's factories, a fire or something of that nature.” He didn't seem like he actually believed it's anything that simple.  As they moved he mentally went over the locations of his various daggers, just in case.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"Perhaps." Any chance of this evaporated when more commotion was heard, farther away. "Leave it. War will handle it." As they approached, it became clear that it was Cooper's factory; the largest one in the kingdom.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">Mathias's eyebrows went up slightly as the noise from further off reached his ears. <span style="font-style: italic">What is the name of the four is going on?</span> her wondered to himself, shaking his arms in just the right way so that two long daggers fell into his waiting hands.  As they got close to the large factory he instinctively moved into the long shadows cast by the still rising sun, becoming an indistinct black shape to anyone who might happen to glance that way.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Death followed behind Mathias, pulling off his gloves. The rebels were deep into their attack, and it seemed that some of the workers were attempting to fight back. It was hard to tell who was who, which would undoubtedly mean some collateral damage. On any other day, it would have made Death smile to think of giving the report to Conquest. She'd seethe, but there wouldn't be anything she could do about it. An illiusion of one of War's worst kinds of soldiers, more machine than man, sprung up in the middle of the fight, sending everyone into a panic.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">When Mathias saw one of War's soldiers appear he halted, thinking perhaps he would not need to get involved.  But he quickly noticed that the thing wasn't actually doing any damage, attacking just slow enough that it's targets could think they had barely escaped death.  The spy glanced over at death, noting that his gloves were off and making sure he was out of reach.  He nodded his head at the Monstrosity.  "Your work I assume?  Clever."  Without waiting for a response he hoisted himself up onto a low rooftop, scanning the mass of bodies, trying to discern some kind of leader among the fray.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">There did seem to be one leader among the fray, trying to maintain some sembalance of order. He was taller than most of the others, and older. His face was thin and gaunt, clearly malnourished, and his voice rasped as he tried to give out orders. As the phantom did its job of driving the crowd outward, Death began picking people off, giving little regard as to whether they were rebels or workers. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">Sliding down off the roof Mathias started to make his way through the crowd towards the man he assumed to be the rebel leader.  He largely ignored the crowd he is moving through.  As he got closer to the leader one of the rebels that had not scattered in fear noticed who he was headed for and raised his head to cry out, but before any sound had escaped his throat one of Mathias' daggers sprouted from it, and the man fell forward, his hands clutching at it as he died.  Mathias surveyed the scene, his mind racing as he considered his options. <span style="font-style: italic">It would be best if I can capture him alive...he may know something, but even if I knock him out there are still too many of his men nearby, paying attention to him, I wouldn't be able to get him away before they saw me.  I need a distraction.</span>  Mathias kept moving as he thought, no longer headed towards the leader, but moving around him in the crowd, so as not to attract attention as a single non-moving figure in the panicking mass. </span>