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Valentine nodded. "I'll give you a distraction. Give me a minute..." He said, unslinging his bag off his back. He searched through it until he pulled out a large, five-kilo bag. He walked off towards the wall, and tapped it a few times while pressing his ear against it. Soon, he heard a slight echo as he tapped a certain section. "Gotcha." He muttered. Many old buildings had a weak, hollowed-out point (the fault of lazy peasant builders), and this one was no exception. It was still thicker than most, but he was prepared for that. He pulled out a long piece of string, stuffed one end into the bag, lit the string with a match and ran, slamming on his helmet.
A few seconds later, a deep, almighty crack resounded through the church. Valentine turned around and, through the curling smoke, saw that the section of wall had been demolished, leaving a ten-foot-by-ten-foot hole. Additionally, several of the church's stained-glass windows had shattered from the shockwave.
Valentine grinned. "Knew that gunpowder would come in handy." He said cheerfully to himself, unsheathing his sword. He watched as guards began to run towards him, and his expression hardened. "Whatever you're doing, Alexander, do it quick..."
(Sorry. Couldn't resist. Also, Valentine seems like the type to keep some gunpowder in his bag, no?)
A few seconds later, a deep, almighty crack resounded through the church. Valentine turned around and, through the curling smoke, saw that the section of wall had been demolished, leaving a ten-foot-by-ten-foot hole. Additionally, several of the church's stained-glass windows had shattered from the shockwave.
Valentine grinned. "Knew that gunpowder would come in handy." He said cheerfully to himself, unsheathing his sword. He watched as guards began to run towards him, and his expression hardened. "Whatever you're doing, Alexander, do it quick..."
(Sorry. Couldn't resist. Also, Valentine seems like the type to keep some gunpowder in his bag, no?)