Outside the dilapidated building, the men who approached stopped at the signal of their leader. The one who led them, the Alftar man who had attempted an assassination earlier in the day, spoke up. "Let's not make this harder than it has to be. Just come out, hand over the ones we want. Anyone else can leave and forget any of this ever happened." The tone that he held was serious, though there was an underlying hint of annoyance and anger. "Give up the three lives and save your own. Doesn't that sound good?" With a very subtle movement, his hand flicked forward. Another signal, this time to a group of previously unseen men that hid on the rooftops of the buildings surrounding the old shop. Dressed in leather and bearing green cloaks, they were dressed similarly to the warriors on the ground, if more lightly. They had bows and arrows, with daggers on their belts. In unison, bows were readied and arrows were notched. At a distance, they seemed to be normal steel, but they exhibited a subtle glow that betrayed their nature as enchanted. One of them took note of a face peering through the window, and turned his aim towards it.<br/>"You're surrounded, so make it easy on yourselves. Send out the ones we want, and we'll leave the rest of you alone. Don't throw your lives away for these strangers."<br/><br/>Just  as Atisha was about to fill in Larteis on what they discovered, Magnus  gave them grave news. Four men and a demon were outside their door, and  this warehouse only had one exit. Atisha moved towards the doors but out of sight and behind cover. She heard their leader, presumably this "Soren Vasaar" one of the prisoners spoke of. But three people...? But than Atisha realized what he wanted. He wanted Magnus as well. For no reason at all, they aimed to kill him... But what about his family? What had befell them? Atisha couldn't find it within herself to simply sell out Magnus. Besides that, she seriously doubted that Soren was really going to let them all go free. If anything, they planned to kill everyone, one by one. And given their circumstances, they had very little choice. They were well fortified saying in the building, but it was old and flammable. And aside from a few of them, they lacked ranged abilities to take out the fighters. And their enemies had archers as well, just to make things more difficult for them.<br/><br/>Atisha needed to stall for time. Perhaps if she could get them to talk, the others could find time to escape, or to launch a surprise attack.<span style="color: goldenrod">"You are Soran Vassar, are you not? I'll have to admit, you have caught us in an interesting situation. But if I may ask, why is it so important for you to have these three strangers?"</span><br/><br/>The leader of the group was taken slightly aback, and took a moment to give a questioning look to one of his companions. It was one that wordlessly asked if he thought the captured assassins had talked, and given the grim expression the other returned, it felt likely that their group was already too late. Cursing under his breath, he turned back to the shop and responded. "Yes, I am. And what we want with them isn't of any importance to you. There are things at work here that are far beyond a simple explanation," He answered. One of the prisoners had given a similarly vague response to another question earlier. Whatever their plans were, they seemed confident that telling others that they were complicated would keep them from divulging information. "We're giving you five minutes. After that, our little friend here will be coming to drag them out for us."<br/><br/>Soren's hand outstretched towards the hellhound in the group, held by a chain that came from its metallic collar. The beast was still, but stared down the door of the old building with murderous intent. As a minor demon, it was bound by the directions of the ones who summoned it, but it was not unintelligent. It knew exactly what it was told to do, and once it was unleashed, would perform the actions with extreme proficiency. "So, again, I'll ask you to send them out. I think it's in your best interests."<br/><br/>Atisha cletched her teeth. These bastards weren't going to let them go. She certainly wasn't about to let her prisoner or Magnus leave. If she did, they'd loose their only leverage in this conflict. Atisha was certain however that they could defeat the ones on the ground, the hellhound included, but those archers were going to be the death of them if they can't somehow- And than Atisha heard it. It was faint, like it was far away. The dog might hear it. But what he'd heard first would be the whistling of an axe.<br/><br/>Everything happened quickly. First, an axe flew through the air, spinning at dangerious speeds. but despite it's seemingly relentless spin, it was being controled. And it flew right through the bows of the archers, splitting each shaft in half, and coming to a halt intisde the shoulder of the last archer. His scream alerted Atisha that they needed to attack, now.<span style="color: goldenrod">"Get ready to fight everyone!"</span>Atisha popped out of the door for just a moment to throw one of her hidden daggers at one of the assassins, nailing him right through the hand.