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Mercs were pouring into the building through any orifice they could find. They filled the space between the bookshelves like vermin and soon Seras found himself fighting off several different men. Fairfax left as more of the villains started to break in through the windows, and Seras had suddenly lost the advantage he had against his foes.

Slowly he was driven back. He broke away from the attackers, and ran towards one of the nearby bookshelves. The missing spaces in between the books allowed for excellent footholds as Seras climbed onto the thick wooden furniture. "Hell, I've had worse stages." He said as he stabbed Staccato into the wood. In the same fluid motion he unslung his lute from off his back, and started to strum a deathly cold tune. The surrounded bandits were sapped of their strength and began feeling weak and sluggish. A few had already started to climb up to reach the Bard but lost their grip and fell. Some of the bandits who were standing a bit further away or those with a higher constitution would have resisted the spell.