The commander grunts in pain as Sriani slices into his thigh, a clean hit that cuts right through his armor and is rewarded with a spray of blood that forms a small puddle on the cold, stony floor. Then as he is trying to steel his resolve to fight on, he feels something assaulting his mind, but somehow manages to shake off the worst of it. Still, it leaves him trembling, and he starts to consider that these prisoners might be more than he and his men can handle.<br/><br/>As if to put an exclamation point on that, Malakai runs one of the other guards almost clean through. He had thus far not been hurt, but has now been gravely wounded although is somehow still managing to stand. Seeing his blood spilling all over his armor, he goes pale and takes a few steps back, watching the prisoners so as not to lower his guard and invite any sort of retaliation as he moves away.<br/><br/>That is enough for the commander, who gives the order, "Fall back! These masked freaks are too much, nothing will be gained by throwing ourselves to the slaughter!" and he joins his bleeding subordinate near the stairs leading up to the entrance.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">The commander and guard C, both obviously quite wounded, move 20' towards the stairs. Guards B, E and F, as of yet unhurt, all move 15' and stand in a line in front of the two others, hoping to cover the escape of their commander and gravely wounded comrade. The dogs bark menacingly at the masked villains, but they heel to their masters.</div></div>