Despite his violence and apparent rage, Lewin was calm. His cuts were just motions of his arms, his spells fleeting ideas of the bonfires back at the village. His overview of the situation was therefore absolute. Even in the midst of chaos, he saw his plan going as expected. he did not, however, expect the girl to bolt away from him. A spy ought to be more careful. However, she was swiftly caught. Lewin grabbed Anastasia by the arm - for what reason even he could not say - and charged in the half-elven girl's direction. His sword rose gleaming towards the sky, and calling upon the spirits of the air, Lewin focused nearly half of his magical reserve, and let go a warcry.<br/><br/>The noise was absolute.<br/><br/>All glass in the square turned to dust instantly, and the very ground itself shook with the brief tremor. Everywhere, people collapsed, holding their ears. Utilizing the opportunity, Lewin half-carried, half-dragged Anastasia towards Fossil. The spellblade was upon them within seconds, knowing that their metal helmets would still be ringing from the noise of his cry. He dispatched the guards, while revolting slaves were picking up dropped weapons, tools, and indeed pieces of stone and pottery. He turned to Fossil with a grunt. The warcry had left him hoarse, so his speech was nearly inaudible.<span style="color: #808040">"Trying to get yourself killed, girl? The coast guard won't be looking at the water while there's a slave uprising in the heart of the city - so come on! To the docks!"</span>Even in a coarse whisper, his voice carried bravado and class. But it carried something else as well: The certainty of good planning. Yes, the violence and slave revolt was a little unelegant, but the result was predictable and easily exploited. Of course, Fossil could not know his motives, but a man who helped her and freed slaves? It would surprise noone if he was some resistance ace-up-the-sleeve.