<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">"Stop!" <br/>"Bastard!"<br/>"Put her down!"<br/>"Alms!""<br/>"By Allah!"<br/>"Rajkumari!"<br/>"Fire!"<br/>The shouts erupted around Sirrah in a cacophany of confusion and outrage as he hoisted the woman up and over his shoulder. He sank his clawed fingers into her side, albeit not too deeply, to keep her steady; he didn't need her squirming to make jumping and running awkward. He'd carried far heavier loads than this before, certainly- but normally he was in considerably better health and his burden was treasure (and that didn't often tend to scream or struggle). He cried out as the high pitched whistle of an arrow, accompanied by the feeling of something grazing his sheet, informed him that he was under fire. ~<em>Idiot!</em>~ He scolded himself, but there was no longer time to think. He allowed his reflexes and his basic instincts to kick in.<br/><br/>Hands grappled at his legs as he jumped swiftly from peasant to peasant, away from the guards and zigzagging erratically to avoid being a clear target. He knew the way from here; all he needed to do was make his way to the market stalls, where he could jump up and onto the rooftops. In fifteen minutes, he would be as good as gone with this woman. Suddenly, a hand latched around his ankle and Sirrah yelped loudly, missing his step and falling backwards. The sheet was torn from him by desperate, furious hands. Perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise- he caught sight of an arrow speeding past his cheek which would have sunk into his back and certainly wounded him severely. As the rags came away, the crowd recoiled and began to scream, attempting to flee the scene. That suited the Incubus considerably better.<br/><br/>Hauling himself and his captive to his feet, Sirrah gave another full-body shudder and lashed out with the barbed tail, using it as a vicious whip to clear the area around him whilst he shouldered Nadira once more. He was hardly a strong demon, but the people around these parts were unaccustomed to seeing them at all, so he cut quite an imposing figure for now. His right hand rummaged through Nadira's immediate clothing to locate her purse, which he then consumed in its whole- silken fabric and all- and began to run again, pleased to find that people were now fleeing from him and panicking for their own lives, whilst the guards could not train their bows on him without harming the princess. </span>