Everything had happened at once. A sudden flash of light and the inquisitor stumbled just out of reach of his blades, and grabbed the spy girl Fossil as two of the three guards still standing grabbed Marcellus himself and the other grabbed the slave girl. Marcellus needed an opening.<br/>And the slave girl made it.<br/>He was almost impressed.<br/>As the girl incapacitated the guard holding her, one of the guards holding him promptly let go and punched the other unconscious. It had been almost depressingly easy to alter the poor sod's memories; in the moment they grabbed him one had made skin contact. In that moment, Marcellus had planted false memories; in the soldier's addled mind he was a sleeper agent for Red Leopard, and all of this was exactly as planned. It was a shame Marcellus hadn't been able to turn the other as well, but no matter.<br/>Just as the slave girl was dashing to the crumpled form of the courier Fossil, Marcellus sent his thrall charging forth screaming bloody murder. He himself retrieved his daggers from where they lay on the ground and dashed in an erratic pattern to hide behind the nearest crate. With so much cover on the docks and the sun going down, he went on the prowl. When his chance would come was up to the warrior, the slave, and the archer now.