Cheshire, not quite used to the sheer strength Dumas wielded, nearly fell over with the slap to the back. The blow made him stumble a bit, his back stinging. The momentary stun almost got Cheshire to miss his cue as the men exited the building. Almost.<br/><br/>"Close your eyes." He said simply, and then set off the trap.<br/><br/>The moment they were out of the building, all he'll broke loose. With a sudden flash of brilliant light from the little ball, several vary angry, and very pissed looking men simply appeared, each one bearing the obvious tattoos of the Chess Gang, the rivals to Card. They appeared in groups of three, clustered around the little balls, and each was armed with the biggest lazar rifle Cheshire had been able to find pictures of on the internet.<br/><br/>The closest cluster of men started backing up, firing as they went. Each shot went wise of course, and the illusions were a tad fuzzy, but Cheshire was banking on the flash bang to hide both details. Mid illusion, Cheshire elegantly raised an upturned hand at the three men being fired at.<br/><br/>"One distraction, made to order." He said in his best impression of a British butler he could manage. He hoped that kind of distraction was enough for Dumas.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from Castle Shadow-hold using Tapatalk