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Well, isn't this fun? the riot had rapidly degraded into no less than a full-blown melee. Eos and several other assassins he had caught wind of during the mass brawl were working tirelessly to put down key figures, but the effects of their efforts went unnoticed. It was too easy for the next fool to step up and incite the next wave of fanatics--or zealous guardsmen--to fight for their cause with fevor. The smell of smoke, charred flesh and unwashed bodies did not help at all. Eos feared that he would not be able to stem the tide at all if lethal force was restricted.

"Help me! Oh please, whatever mercies look upon me help!" a woman who was quite literally a living fireball ran past Eos at screaming bloody murder. Frozen in shock, the assassin watched her advance all of six steps further into the uncaring mass of people before crumpling into a blackened heap. Eos slowly traced the dead woman's sooty footsteps back towards a great scorchmark on the side of abuilding where she must have been standing. From there, a stocky young man slinging fire caught his eye. Limitations were set in place in order to keep lids on potential outcomes. When such outcomes have been achieved regardless of the precautions set in place, then the very same limitations were nothing but hindrances.

Eos began a calm and steady walk towards the mage. His eyes burned from the acrid smoke and Eos had to wipe the tears from his eyes several times as he drew closer to the burning structure. The trigger happy magic-slinger was too preoccupied with a trio of guardsmen that had failed to sneak up on him to notice the approaching assassin. Even when Eos's heel came drove into his spine with an audible crack it still took the man a second to realize he was being attacked on two fronts. The mage cried out in pain and sunk to the floor in a manner not too different from that of his burn-victim. With wild, rolling eyes the mage made several futile attempts to summon the concentration required to conjure another spell while Eos looked down with dull eyes.

After a few moments of stunned silence the remaining two guardsmen converged on the wounded target and ran him through several times over with pikes. They immediately turned to regard Eos, gripping their weapons warily but nodding thanks none the less. Eos ignored the pair and sprinted towards one of the intact buildings, ascending the brick structure with the grace of a spider.

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Eos lost track of time as he leapt from building to building. Every few minutes or so he would spot a mage causing property damage and come down upon them like a swooping hawk. Three out of the sick had come out of the encounter unconcious, concussed and sporting a few bruises or broken bones. The other three...not so much. He caught sight of Pandora's spell-duel and thought of helping several times, but had to content himself with the aid that the others were providing. He could not put an individual above the needs of the whole.