[HEADING=2]El Paseo Largo[/HEADING]
"Right you are El Vago! If we were to traverse the rooftops, we could make it across to the Universidad in double time." Garrett said as he played along act.
El Vago nodded in response before turning back to the scene below. Most of the people were now making their way up into the city now. A few made their own way toward the hills or the cathedrals in search of shelter while others had marshaled a meager defense of guards and swordsmen to slow the pirate assault. Strangely, the Inquisition - usually so quick to the defense were absent, but she didn't put much thought into it, instead reenforcing her belief they were cowards.
Before she could put much more thought into anything however, another cannon ball slammed into the square, destroying a building and killing more pirates than anything else. Still it was uncomfortably close. Returning to Garrett, she spoke again "You're right. We should hurry." then took off on the roof tops toward the university.
[HEADING=2]La Universidad de Arciniega[/HEADING]
As the sight of the kidnapping set in, the university quickly began to worry at the safety of their position. If the Montaigne were behind or merely aiding the assault, the city was truly in dire straits. More immediately, even the university they thought a bastion proved remarkably inadequate in the face of Porte mages - Montaigne or pirate allegiance aside. Those of the common folk who were well enough began to look to their equally bewildered guards and leaders for support and found none. The wedding party itself was in an uproar, demanding for ANYONE to do something about their now missing bride. Slowly, a barely controlled panic began to settle over the crowd, fearing now not just for the lives of those unaccounted for but their own in their supposed sanctuary. An oppressive silence grew over the people, broken only by the dying gasps and moans of their fellow men and women and the distant sounds of cannons and fighting. It would only take a spark to set the brewing mod off.
This spark came when, acting with renewed vigor, the Inquisition exited the university on horse back to parts unknown. Seeing their defenders leaving, the crowd started to panic in earnest, much to their remaining defenders fear.
[HEADING=2]The Docks[/HEADING]
The Pirates fell one by one. Where as a group they might have had victory, their disorganization failed to overcome the three fighters who opposed them. Slowly, their morale began to fail them - they couldn't collect their loot if they were dead after all - and soon, for every two that dropped, one ran. Yet, even as they fought, more seemed to pour from the docks as though their numbers were endless. Despite this, little by little, the three masters of war pushed them back, step by step.
That is, until Reyes acted.
"Good evening, kinsman. Honor among thieves in act here? I'd like to see if I can get my stuff off my (hopefully intact) boat."[/b2] Reyes said, speaking with the bandaged man. The bandaged man turned to the unexpected "kinsman" and stared at him for a moment, clearly surprised to see a crescent in the city. Well, a Crescent besides the one fighting the pirates.
For a moment he stared at Reyes. He opened his mouth as if to speak, before reaching out with his hand and grabbing Reyes by the throat. Following through with the action, he pushed the crescent to the ground, the mans hand still at Reyes throat and drew one of his scimitars to just above his grasping hand below Reyes throat - a single action away from killing him where he lay.
As Reyes lay there, he could see the bandaged man a good deal better. as the bandages moved slightly, the burned skin beneath them became clear. The hand pressed to his throat was even more interesting for it had a warm metallic feel and was clearly bright red in color. After all his years, Reyes knew a Syrneth artifact when he saw one or - in this case - felt on crushing his wind pipe. The man's scimitars were sharpened to an edge too sharp to be naturally achievable. They too were blood-red, suggesting a similar origin as the hand. Speaking of which, the man seemed to be covered in Syrneth artifacts the likes of which some he knew and some he'd never seen.
"Drop your weapons-" the man called out in a raspy voice with no clear accent, likely a result of the whatever had burned him -"or I remove your friend's head". To emphasize the point, he pressed the sword closer; drawing blood from Reyes neck.