"Darn. This would be so much easier for you guys if you just played dumb for one minute. Wouldn't be that big a change from normal even."<br/><br/><em>Nothing quite like egging the enemy on.</em><br/><br/>He had scurried, swayed, dipped, crawled, and flipped his way through the small patrol, and was easily staying ahead, though letting them stay JUST close enough to keep them interested in directly pursuing, and not trying anything fancy. He nearly ran into a young priestess coming up the stairs, and steadied her before flipping over the railing and dropping down to the next level after giving her a quick smile and nod. He darted down one path, and paused as a group appeared in front of him, and another behind him. He looked forward, looked back, repeated the gesture, before shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his snout. "Can we talk this out? GuessnotAHH!"<br/><br/>The last was as all twelve of the guards rushed him, and the first pair of each side lunged, trying to tackle him, and appearing to drag him under. A moment later, as they all began to beat the body, Draiss crawled out from under them, and stood up, brushed himself off, and turned back, watching them continue to beat one of the more devote guards unconscious, thinking it was him. "Pitiful, pitiful."<br/><br/>Then he was off, running around the fourth floor of the complex, leading the guards on a merry chase. After a few moments, though, he managed to get around a corner and realized no one else was in the hall, and dove into an empty room, letting an illusion run onward. He waited a moment for the guards to rush past, and then calmly slipped out into he hallway, and made it down the stairs to the next floor, before heading off to run around the third floor for a few minutes, rather than heading out. He directed the illusion to cut in front of him, and then waited for the pursuing squad to pass by, before chasing the squad chasing his illusion.