Snippet #1786377

The next morning, the so-called plan that the mercenary duo had prepared was about to be set in motion. Alexandria hid in the shadows of one of the buildings outside the walls of the Imperial Council Hall, and watched as Felix walked over to the gates. For his sake, she hoped he knew what he was doing.

Felix attempted to simply walk past the guard, only to achieve getting pushed back into the streets. A second try yielded a similar result, accompanied with the guard saying "Are you soft in the 'ead? You aren't allowed in 'ere, so bugger off!" The pyromancer's only response was to stare at the guard for a while, as if in thought...

...followed by a swift kick to the groin and subsequently running as if a pack of specifically terrifying hellhounds had been sent after him. Within the space of a few minutes, Felix was already in one of the courtyards and merrily blasting away at any guard foolish enough to try and stop him. Owing to the delicate nature of the situation, the pyromancer was using non-lethal projectiles for once; simple flares that exploded and knocked their target out like a light, so to speak.

With a fairly noticeable absence of guards watching over the front gate, Alexandria went straight inside, ever alert for any stray guards as she crept through the hallways. Should the Elf encounter such a threat, there was always the option of propelling the poor sod straight into a wall. The sounds of the conflict could even be heard from here, and she could easily guess that an impromptu change had been made in the plan. At least searching for the evidence would be over and done with much quicker than anticipated.