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Ya'weh stood in amazement. More intense and exciting things had happened in the last ten minutes than the last two weeks. As all of these headed to a climax and the penultimate moment loomed nearer, she reflected.

Zoni looked at Ya'weh, a light sweat on her forehead.
"Will I be able to beat him?" Zoni asked. Ya'weh just nodded her head. "Just stick to the plan." As they looked at one another Ya heard a commotion. She listened in with her ability.
"What do you mean you think we are harboring a fugitive? We fight slaves, they are all fugitives." Two guards were arguing as they neared the training ground.
"You look perturbed." Ya'weh said to the male guard. He was a former fighter, she briefly was able to train. He won his freedom and was offered a guard position eventually. He looked at her and sighed. "We have a security issue and are going zone by zone searching for a couple people, plus the main match is still going on, so Zoni, you won't be fighting tonight, instead it will be the first fight in the morning exhibition." He began arguing with the other guard as they passed through.
Zoni beamed. "So I'll be able to come on the adventure!" She hugged Ya. "We need to go find Antius," Ya'weh spoke quickly and quietly. She turned and walked off without waiting for Zoni. She had to jog quietly to catch up.

As they neared Antius' room she heard a female voice, but she didn't hesitate. "Antius, it is time. The guards are busy." She looked at the woman with the fire red hair. "Friend or foe?" she said sternly.
"Friend?" the red-head said back unsure of Ya'weh. Ya and Antius made brief eye-contact in which he nodded slightly. She nodded in return.
"Antius, we have to move." Lir and Antius made eye contact and Antius smirked. "Let's go then!"

The night had brought with it chaos. Before Ya, Lir, Zoni or Ant could create a distraction, someone had already beaten them to the punch. Now was the perfect time to escape. As they snuck towards the armory, Antius made sure to keep his pack secured for the umpteenth time. He would need the Magi's Bane before the end of the night, but he had to be careful with the timing. The aftermath would leave him vulnerable to their enemies. Not an ideal situation for them, but they would need the magical strength it bestowed on the drinker before the end of the night.

As they neared the armory Zoni became confident in herself. "We have one guard, I'll take care of it." Before anyone could say anything she seemed to jump through time and knock the guy into the wall and into unconciousness. Ya'weh stared at her in disbelief.
"Antius, this door please?" she smirked. "I'll explain it later," she said hastily.
He grinned as he blasted open the door to the armory, "I just need my staff here. Feel free to grab whatever you need."

Antius stepped through the threshold, his gaze falling upon his possession. It was like seeing an old friend again. The Imperials hadn't taken it from him when his house had fallen. He wouldn't leave it behind now. Ya'weh basically tore through the door and grabbed her club, her sheild, her hook-swords and her tentacle-sword. She nearly cried with excitement, not due to her weapons, but because her familial traditional wartime clothing was still there. She grabbed it and some random rope and other materials for survival in the woods, or wherever they may venture. Everyone picked through and with a communal headnod, they moved out.


She snapped back into reality.

"Our time runs short, let us run fast." She took off towards the main entrance of the slave quarters, where all the guards had been working away from, her hook-swords drawn. She wouldn't let anything stop them in getting to the ship from her vision.