Auguste had no idea what was going on with her, but he was sure something was happening. He agreed that they had to run but she looked weak all of a sudden. They had to get out of this situation and they had very few options, so it wasn't as if he could disagree with her decision. There was only one place they could really run to.<br/><br/>When she fell to her knees, he dropped down beside her. "It's okay Tilda....I'm here for you...." He winced when she screamed and he instinctively clapped his hands over his ears, closing his eyes. When he opened them chaos was everywhere. The smell of burning flesh filled the air and bile rose up into his throat, but Tilda was grasping his hand and pulling him along as they dodged the lightning and amde their way towards the stable.<br/><br/>He found his horse and climbed on, helping her up behind him so that they could quickly take off. Soldiers and people scattered around the horse with stunned expressions. It was clear none of them had any idea what was going on or even how to respond to what was happening. Auguste himself was a little unsure of how to react as he saw in his mind's eye those soldier's burning flesh from whatever it was that Tilda had done to them.<br/><br/>But it wasn't as if they had been given a choice. So much had gone wrong for them over the last three years that Auguste had a hard time summoning sympathy for any of them. Even their mother. She had always cared for him, he knew that, but she had allowed all of these things to transpire and that eliminated any sympathy he might have had for her. Now all he had was Tilda and they were going to be public enemies after this stunt. Perhaps the Overlord would come for them himself. But Auguste wasn't afraid of that happening.<br/><br/>If they were to die, then it was going to happen either way. What they needed to do was to escape these lands for now and come back later on when they could have the upper hand. He could barely see where they were going as the rain was coming down so heavily. They basically had to trust his horse not to cause them to crash into a building or a person. But the horse seemed to know exactly where they wanted to go, so that was one minor relief.