Penultimate
What more could possibly go wrong tonight? Not only did it seem, as if the city was on fire, it seemed as if this factory was looking, less like a factory and more like a tomb. Debris crumbles as many a wolf decide to run for the exits. It seemed the Rebels have manage to scare off the works as they flee like birds from a fire. Yet there work was not done, those brave few who went forward with the plan, planted their barrels and went to lit. "Alright do it!" Cried a Rebel as they lit their fuses, having set forward the events that should follow, it is up to our heroes to escape before the building explodes.
Durandel reached an open spot as he crawled forth unto solid land, he can hear in the background of the Prometheans searching for him but he couldn't be bothered to care. If the plan is still in motion, then he needs to be leaving, he just hoped the others got out of this mess. Hurt, Durandel limped his way to a most convenient exit, it seemed part of the wall collapsed as he saw part of the ceiling gone. A rather large chunk of rock must have broken off some the support beams and those pieces of metal came crashing down on the wall. Durandel, with pained breath, climbed over the pile of rock and metal and came to see the outside. He could hear howling from all around. Apparent some wolves are fighting the flames, good, leaves less Tenneths to be out searching for them.
Now if he could just limp away without incident, he just might make it through this.
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Fang was happy to hear the young Kamarian calm herself. He couldn't help but agree, "Great! Let's just hope the others have found away of this deathtrap!" He barked. He followed closely behind Amarok when suddenly he felt part of his footing give way. "Whoa!" He shouted. Part of the floor had suddenly disappeared and it seemed half of Fang was dangling in the air. He saw Amarok shimmy her way towards an exit. "Wait! Amarok, AMAROK!" He shouted. He tried to lift himself up onto the railing that still stood that was when he heard a laugh.
"HAHAHAHA! What is this!? A wolf hanging on for dear life?" The voice mocked as Fang looked over his shoulder. There in the corridor they had left stood a Wolf, his fur color was a golden brown, an uncommon fur color among Tenneths, it must be one of those Boraks. From there, Kallik with a vile grin watched as Fang attempted to pull himself through. "Now, now, I was on my way to kill, whoever, gave off that sublime murderous scent. Was that you, dangling there?" He asked. Fang didn't have any reason to give this Wolf any time of day, and instead resolved himself to pushing forward. "Not the talkative type eh? That's fine I don't need any more reasons to kill you, interloper!" He chuckled.
"Now the question remains, how shall I do it? Should I clip you in the back right now? Maybe, or how about I shoot the remaining support and watch it drop and see if you survive the fall?" He mused. "Great, chatty and crazy, nice combination." Fang thought to himself. "Then again, maybe I should just let you go." He spoke. Fang whipped his head over his shoulder at the very suggestion. "Did he just say let me go?" He thought to himself over and over, only to have his thoughts interrupted by Kallik. "Yeah you heard me. From what I hear from our little friend, Shantil, you wolves are quite the dangerous lot. You blow up half the district, managing to do in Relis, and even gave Tornil a run for his money." Kallik laughed. "Then that bloodlust, you are quite the interesting group of outsiders I have seen...it would be a shame to end it all without seeing what you're fully capable of. I do love a challenge." He said with a grin. "Besides even if I went through with it, I wouldn't have the time to enjoy it...since this place is rigged to blow with barrels of firepowder." Kallik finished.
Fang was surprised yet again. He suspected the Prometheans would figure out what happened here but not before the end of the raid! He had to move, if he didn't he could end up a rather charred Wolf! "So I'll leave you be for now, but just know I have your scent, we will meet again." And with that Kallik turned away back down the corridor he came. Fang managed to hoist himself over and then carefully made his way to the exit that Amarok had found earlier. He jumped out the window but also tumbled due to the loose soil. Thankfully he landed beside Amarok. "Oh Amarok! You're safe, that's good but we can't rest here. Soon this place is about to blow and we'll be caught in it if we don't move!" Fang warned as he stood himself up. He looked up to see a path that leads up the ridge and back on to the backstreets. "I think we can get out over here." He said as he walked upon the path. As he walked up he soon saw another Wolf, at first he worried if it was a Promethean, but the body did not move. Where they dead?
Then he caught a scent, wait, that was familiar. Upon closer inspection he realized it was one of their own. "Vesta? Vesta!" He shouted. He ran over to her. "No, please don't be dead." He said in an upset manner. "Amarok over here, I found Vesta! She needs help!" He shouted to the Kamarian.
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Mydnyte was genuinely relieved to hear the Ausi respond. "What a mess this was." He said, almost lamenting. "Right, well one of the designated escape routes is not far from this side of the building. If we head over this way, we should be able to get out of this chaos and in good time too. I'm sure the rest of the factory is about to explode like the rest of the district." Mydnyte spoke as he moved forward. He looked over to Nova who asked about the initial explosion. "Not sure, blowing up the rest of the district was not apart of the plan or the contingency plan. Someone else did that, I assume it was one of our own, specifically, I couldn't guess who. But I guess it worked out in our favor, in an ironic sort of way, at least provided the necessary distract to finish the mission...I just wished it wasn't so destructive." Mydnyte finished. "I just hope the others will make it out in time." Mydnyte added.
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It seemed this particular brigade of Prometheans is having quite the worst night in recent memory. Besides having to dodge fire and rock, it would seem their previously unconscious prisoner has returned to her senses. Not only that but thrown up over one of her captors. "Damn! You disgusting rebel, how dare you throw up on my fur?!" He barked as he made a swipe towards Blue. "Enough of the ruckus! Drag the rebel if you have to, she is going to pay for what she has done, her along with all of her little friends!" The Captain barked. They move to push her along.