Faust stops, and frowns.  This smell... it's horrible, even for a sewer.  What the hell was he getting close to...?  Perhaps a detour was in order... but the only detour he knew would take an extra hour to reach the palace.<br/><br/>"Choices, choices..."  Faust's eyes narrow, as he reaches into a pouch, running his fingers over a syringe- Beserker juice.  He had been given it by the palace gaurds in case worse came to worse and he had to assassinate Karogen for some reason.  He had never used it before in his life... he hoped that, in this case, his fur blood would take precidence.  He had seen what happened to humans when Karogen used it years ago.<br/><br/>Faust frowns, and decides it's better to take the detour.  However, if he wanted to make it in any decent time, he needed to be a little stronger, a little faster.  Running down the much-more-narrow corridor of his detour, he hesitated before injecting the beserker juice.  Suddenly, his world became a blur, as anger filled his body.  His senses all sharpened suddenly, but at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense to his concious mind.  He was running, fast and hard, through the sewers, no longer caring what he ran into.  If he ran into anything, he'd make it bleed, plain and simple.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kitten frowned, not mentioning the plume of smoke ahead, as to not frighten Feldana, turned towards Dreamer.  He motioned towards Feldana, still hidden along with Sherra, and gave a short shushing motion.<br/>"Umn... I was never taught the geography of this place... regardless of what we find in Sombquist... is it closer to the Kazmer border than Kree is?"<br/><br/>Sherra, beneath her cover, raised a brow.  She didn't like what Dreamer had just said about someone hurting Maeve, nor did she like the tone of Kitten's voice when he said, 'regardless of what we find'.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Emiko took a pop-shot at the white-haired man as he ran, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to concentrate on getting a real shot at him, like she had the other cultist.  Maybe it was panick- it had to be.  Last time, they had been running towards another building, this time they were running straight towards them.<br/><br/>Just as he reached the door towards the building, Seraph leapt upwards- with amazing speed, his body hurls towards the top of the building- he makes it nearly three-fourths up the building before he stabs his blade into the wall-  anyone inside that particular room would suddenly see the thin metal slice from the wall into thier room.  Seraph grabbed onto the hilt with both hands, and yanked upwards, using it to vault up even further, pulling the sword out of the wall as he launches up.<br/><br/>He lands on the roof, right behind Emiko, his black-painted lips curling into a sinister smirk.<br/><br/>"Emiko!!" Jenten called out, trying to punch at the white-haired man that had landed on the roof with them.  Seraph dodged, slamming his elbow down onto Jenten's wrist, causing the bat to hit the floor.<br/><br/>Jenten cried out in pain- he wouldn't be suprised if his wrist was fractured now, but the pain wasn't too horrible.  "F-First Sergeant!! He's up here!!"<br/><br/>There was not time to respond before the Bulldog cultist burst into the front door, tossing an empty vial of berserker juice to the ground.  He snarled as the door shattered, saliva dripping from his mouth.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Marice had been standing a little too close to the door- as the Bulldog broke through, one wooden plank flew at her, hitting her in the chest and knocking her to the ground- mostly unharmed, but winded.