The moment Avis heard news of people arriving, her swords were drawn- and it was a good thing too, because the battle began almost instantly, a frenzy of bodies and bloodshed. Forcing the terror down at the sight of the demon, she raised her swords and charged at an assassin, raising her blades to block his long sword. The twin swords almost gave way under the heavier blade, and her arms burned, but the superior metal held firm. She shoved forward and he stumbled back. Lunging forward, she pierced his armor with a quick jab. Blood trickled from the crack between the plates, but he grunted and lunged forward again. She dodged, shutting out the sounds of fighting around her. She laid more and more wounds, but he carried on. He scored a hit on her arm, and Avis gasped. It was suddenly clear that she wasn't going to win this fight through injury. In desperation, she slashed forward, and the rapier sunk deep into the gap again, up to the hilt. He fell, and this time he did not get up. Swallowing, Avis pried her blade from the body.<br/><br/>The moment the assassins entered the warehouse, Bellant pushed Larteis to the ground and stood over him, muscles bunched and ready to spring if someone approached. "Stay down," he growled at Larteis. It was difficult to argue with a drake while said drake is standing on you, so Larteis lay still. He had the presence of mind to hide the diary, and with his hand slid it under a crate. If it was damaged, they would lose almost all the clues they had. They stayed like that, Bellant breathing fire at anyone who dared draw near and Larteis straining to hear the battle sounds.<br/><br/>Only when Atisha shouted for someone to shoot Soran in the face. Bellant stepped to block an incoming attacker, and Larteis sat up to see the man Atisha referred to. He was hacking at roots growing around his leg- the image reminded him of magic lessons at home, and abruptly Larteis knew what to do. He lifted his  hand- the silver signet ring glistened- and fired a spell. A simple stunning spell, in the form of a golden light shooting towards him. The spell slammed into Soran, and the man went limp.<br/><br/>Elsewhere<br/><br/>Vasma Drayden was having a singular day.<br/><br/>Presently, she was balanced on a bench in a trading town in Weibou, with a large green pterodactyl sitting next to her on the ground. She stroked if absently on the head as she tried to recall if anything similar had occurred before. No, this was quite new. And new was a rare thing these days. She hmphed and scanned the crowd. There was a vast variety of goods being hawked by dealers at too high prices- this at least was familiar. Some truly horrendous music was playing. She sighed and flicked an ear. "When will your friend be back?" She asked the pterodactyl. "I can't babysit you forever, you know."