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The house has suddenly gone quiet as the yelling of Cecilia fades off into the distance. There are no guards, no servants, and no signs of life in the area of the house you are in. The room is still very brightly colored in contrast with the black of the rest of the house. Fusoya stands there by the door looking out thoughtfully, the old Lunarian suddenly seems very tired as he glances back, "We should walk out while we have the chance."

"Yes, Zhgir." The arachnid thief quickly replies and begins to back out the way he came from. But after a moment, he peeks his soot covered head back out. "Anyone following Zhgir?"

A sharp slash of Alba's hand negates Zhgir's question, followed by a jab at the door, eyes and ears flicking about nearly randomly as she strains to listen for approaching noises. Cracking the door open, she picks up one of Fusoya's arms, looping it over her shoulder. Clearly, the silent hunter expects speed to be a necessity, and aid required for Fusoya to keep up.

Talen stands there for a few long moments, looking around and shaking his head. "She doesn't see it, and he's happy to play along. Such a tragic couple." The male Viera shakes his head at Zhgir's question. "No, Zhgir, you go up and follow on the rooftops. Let us know if you see any guards who are moving to intercept us. Use your webs like before." He looks over at Fusoya then, and nods at what Alba does. "Okay, I'll lead us out then. Ainsley, you keep an eye on our backs, okay? If you want, I can carry you if we have to run. Alba, can you manage him if we have to run?"

The old Lunaian suddenly pushes away from Alba and her attempt to help him, "What do you think I am? Some old cripple. Humpf I can make my own way along." The mans stubbornness coming out in full force as he starts marching ahead of the group in an angry huff and out the front doors. Where the guards step in to try to stop him, "We are sorry Master Fusoya you are not allowed to leave." The Lunarian only getting angrier as some red comes to his face, "Who are you to give me orders, when I was your age two hundred years ago I knew how to respect my elders!"

Zhgir silently siddles up the chimney when that sharp gesture is flung towards him. ". . . Zhgir should retrieve his cat, yes." He can be heard saying as he slowly makes his way up back to the rooftops, surveying the scene.

Alba's eyebrow rises as the Lunarian shoves her aside, glancing back at Talen and Ainsley, and simply shrugging. Following behind the cranky old scholar, she steps smoothly to one side as the guards bar their way, one hand coming to rest on the hilt of her dagger. Her narrowed eyes and the set of her ears speak volumes. 'Keep being an obstacle,' her expression says, 'I have been in dire need of something to stab for a while now.'

Talen clears his throat quietly as the guards bar their way. "Gentlemen.", he says quietly, "If you wish, you may try to stop us, and then we will be forced to violence. Stand aside and the failure lies not with you, but your commander. But one way or another, the professor is leaving with us, and now."

The guards are not about to back down, one of them already singling for more to come up. Fusoya shakes his head, "Ahh children, I remember my days of youth. Always thinking I could take on anything. I shall leave them to you." The old man glancing to Alba suddenly chipper again as his anger fades. He suddenly steps around the three guards and starts towads the front gates. The guards looking only a bit confused as the two look to the Viera drawing their weapons. Leaving the eight guards at the front gate to the Lunarian.

Alba's eyebrow rises again at Fusoya's back... a habit, beginning to form as the hunter interacts with less a person than an implacable force of nature. Glancing at Talen, she shrugs, then turns her attention back to the guards, dropping into a low crouch. Slooooowly, her blades slide free of their scabbards, bilious green light limning the curved mythril blades, her mouth spreading into a wide killer's grin.

Zhgir drops down onto the courtyard from above, then looks around for the dogs he saw dashing somewhere. "Kitty cat! Long ears! Silly paws! Come back to Zhgir!" He calls out, as the arachnid meanders away to try and look for the feline. And probably create a ruckus of his own in the process.

Talen watches in surprise as Fusoya just walks around the guards, and after a moment, simply shrugs, one of his hands crackling with electrical energy. "Still time to back down, and survive the day, gentlemen."

The guards do not offer any more word as two of them swing their swords at Alba. The third guard holds up his shield and marches towards Talen quickly getting ready to shield bash the Viera in the face with it. Zhgir will find his cat easily enough, the poor creature hissing and growling from atop a statue in the garden. The dogs have all backed away from it as a woman in black and crimson red walks up to it. "So this is what has gotten all my mutts in such a roar. Must be some kids idea of a practical joke." Her hand reaching down to her waist where a bull whip is. Fusoya is still walking towards the front gate his stride decently fast for such a old man, the guards have all formed a shield wall to prevent him from passing.

Zhgir was nearing the statue in all subtlety, until he hears the voice. Head snapping, color briefly drains from his already colorless face. Doves, doves. He should have used doves. Twisting his hands in the air for a moment, he suddenly leaps out in front of the woman... and rushes the statue. "Gruut! Stop running away from Zhgir! Zhgir may even get perplexed!" He attempts to scoop the feline in his hands.

Alba hurls herself backward away from the swords, crouching and charging forward, moving almost too quickly to track as her poisoned blades lick out, seeking chinks in the guards' armor. Finally, after all the frustration and stupidness and Spirits... something that can *bleed.*

Talen also moves backwards, away from the shield that might have smashed him in the face. He shrugs and balls his hand into a fist, pulling said fist swiftly downwards, moments later there's a loud crack of thunder as a bolt of lightning streaks down. Aimed right at that nice, big shield and the man holding it.

The guards here are for more then just show. One of the two attacked by Alba manages to parry the dagger and step to the side and reverses the swing of his sword in a attempt to counter attack Alba. The other guard attacked has the dagger slide between the armor and into his side. The man staggers back and starts to look a little bit green. The guard is not out of the fight yet as he regains his bearings. The one attacking Talen misses his first shield bash and was getting ready to cmoe in when the lightning strikes him and staggers back with a grunt and clear pain. The guard stops coming at Talen as he reaches to his belt and pulls out what appears to be a grenade, and then tosses it at Talen. The woman in crimson and black turns and stares at Zhgir in a moment of susprise and shock, something she clearly is not used to going through. This delays her use of the whip just enough to let Zhgir get by without getting hit. The statue behind him shattering from the whip blow. The cat in Zhgir's arms though is very unfriendly and starts to try to claw and scratch at him wanting to be let go.

The cat clawing at Zhgir's armor, arms and his clothing is not particularly appreciated. But he can barely feel it as he momentarily feels the blow of the explosive statue - or rather the shock of the fact. "Gruut! Don't make Zhgir get the leash!" He hisses sharply at the creature, doing his best to put the creature in a light hold with his four arms. "Oh, hello! Thanks for finding Zhgir's cat. Zhgir is very happy." He does his best impression of a 'happy' grin with his sharp teeth, while trying not to think too much about being blown apart by the whip or torn apart by the dogs. "Zhgir will be going now, yes?"

Alba's head jerks to one side as the blade kisses her face. The blood flowing down her cheek glimmers white, the cut already beginning to close, and the hunter touches the corner of her wound, and points at the as-yet-unhurt guard, grin widening. 'Your turn.' Surging forward, both of her blades lunge out and up, targeting the guard's soft, fragile organs behind armor and bone.

Talen's eyes track the object thrown at him, and aims a kick at it. He connects, and watches as it careens off through one of the windows of the house behind him. Blinking, he covers his ears with his hands.

The grenade hits the window and bounces off from the bars covering it and explodes in a fireball in mid air with a loud explosion. The guard glares at Talen and decides not to grab another one and instead reaches for his sword and starts to charge the Viera. The one Alba is targeting lets her come right at him and even stab him. Stepping forward right into the blow he attempts to grapple her and hold her in place. Meanwhile the first one guard that got poisoned he regained his bearing enough and is charging up on Alba from behind his sword intent on stabbing her. Zhgir is fortently saved by a timely explosion from the front of the house. Terra was about to lash out her whip and attempt to capture him, "Oh but I have a nice corner of my dungeon for..." turning back as she hears it. A sudden curse and the woman is rushing off towards the front.

Zhgir tilts his head towards the explosion as well, then back towards the woman turning his back towards Zhgir. The arachnid looks down at 'his' pacified cat. "Zhgir is very sorry." He says quietly, before he flings the feline at the retreating woman's back. "Augh, no Gruut, NO! BAD GRUUT, NO LEASH FOR YOU!" He shouts as he rushes after the woman, pulling out his cloak to try and confuse the chaotic situation even further.

Alba allows herself to be grappled, swinging her legs to one side in an effort to use the momentum to accomplish two things; turn the pair of them around to put the guard in the path of the blade, and do yet more damage to her grappler by jerking poisoned blades around in the poor man's guts.

Talen growls as the guard charges with his sword, and the viera quickly spits out several words of magic. A jet of frost, snow and wind blasts downwards from his open hands, causing a slippery patch of ice and water to form. With Talen conveniently stepping to one side to allow the guard by.

Terra lets out a angry shriek as the cat is launched onto her back. She makes a single motion with her whip and cracks it around and latches around the cats neck. Another motion and the whip hurls the cat across the yard. The poor cats neck snapped from the force and the body starting to be surrounded by half starved dogs. Terra glances back towards the spider, "Your next if you try anything again." Before turning to start off for the front again very angry at a second delay. The guard grappling Alba is no lightweight but does managed to get twisted around a bit. The guard charging up see's the changing of position and instead body slams the pair seperating them. The one guard falling backwards on the ground breathing slowly and bleeding from his side where the dagger had stabbed into him. The body slaming guard not giving his companion a second glance as he turns back to focus on Alba, faces still looking a bit green. The guard charging Talen did not expect the ice and does indeed slip as and slide past Talen. The guard offering the Viera a icy glare as he passes him. Once past though he reaches down and attempts to toss another grenade hoping the viera doesn't notice in time.

Zhgir stares blankly at the poor kitten. Mental note, never try that again. Pulling two of his hands out of his pockets, he snaps two orb like objects against each other. "Zhgir thinks you just made a big mistake." An ominous hissing sound soon following with colorful smoke trailing after him, he begins to take a few running steps after Terra. "FOR GRUUUUT--!" He then bellows, slamming his 'bombs' of paint at the woman's face. Because nothing brightens a grim situation more than rainbows.

Alba hits the ground fairly hard as the grapple is separated, rolling once and flailing back to her feet before she can stop her backward motion. In the space of a breath, she darts forward, blades lashing out in a rapid series of cuts across any exposed flesh she can find or reveal.

Talen is indeed watching the tricksy guard, giving him a grin as he turns at the last moment to PUNT the grenade... over his head, where it rolls to a stop close by the half-starved dogs. Talen looks over his shoulder a moment, and then looks back to the guard. Once more the Viera covers his ears. "Could you really stop throwing those?", he says just before it explodes.

The entire residence hears the shriek this time. The woman over confident the spider would just back off and let her be. She turns as she hears the call for grut and stares as two paint bombs slame into her face and blinds her. Her whip slices through the air and cracks along the ground tearing up the land scape as she tries to hit the spider she cannot see. A hand reaching up to start rubbing the paint away so she can see. Zhgir had best get out of there before she regains her sight. The guard Alba is attacking is fairly proficient with his sword and shield and manages to block most of her blows, only getting a few more cuts under his armor, yet the barrage finnaly wears him down and he collapses from the cuts and the poison. The tricky guard on Talen just grins as he collapses from the earlier thunder and the ice sliding. Fusoya is almost to the gate, he is a tall man but still a old man and does not move that fast. he has been chanting the whole time he has been walking up to the gate.

Zhgir throws his sooty cloak over the woman's head for good measure, just to make her more busy before he knocks her down. Zhgir was hoping she'd be way more subdued than that - but the lash across the ground dissipates his urge to get more revenge. At this time. Running away at speed, he runs towards the front gate, attempting a forced entry at the front - just in time to see Fusoya step out. "We have to go, we have to go now! The queens are insane!"

Alba digs her foot into the side of the newly fallen guard, and stalks toward Talen, jerking her head toward the gate and Fusoya. Turning to give the old man a look, she flicks an ear as the distance between him and the guards diminishes, the chanting apparently running close to its end. With a sigh, she whips off her sleeveless longcoat, herding Taen and Ainsley in behind it. Perhaps not much protection against the light and noise of what's about to occur, but it's something.

Talen sticks his tongue out at the fallen guard he'd been battling, adding to the effect by using his middle finger to pull down on his cheek, baring the whites of one eye. He sees Alba coming, and looks over his shoulder at the front gate. "Thinking we can take on the whole world, what?", he grumbles. He looks at Alba a moment when she pulls her longjacket off, and then shakes his head. Whispering a few words of magic, he reaches out to touch Alba first, then Ainsley and lastly himself. A faintly green shimmer surrounds each person in turn. "Perhaps we should cover our ears for a moment, yes?" He does so.

Fusoya finishes off his chanting and points to the wall of eight guards blocking his way. To him they had plenty of time to get out of the way. He offers one word, "Flare." The guards only get half a second as a small red glowing marble appears in middle of them, then it explodes in a dazzling display of orange red light that engulfs the whole of the front gate and singing some of Zhgir's hairs in the process. The guards are half missing and a crater stands where the gate used to be. Fusoya continues to walk along, "You guys coming on what?" Glancing back, "Younglings, done with your lot yet? Come come" The old man offering a crooked grin only to turn around and find himself being swarmed by a bunch of constructs shoutting, "The master of fire! We have found you!"

Zhgir stares blankly at the red marble, and then at the dark spot that covers the various retina of his eyes. "Okay, Zhgir. I can deal with plenty - but... nope." He wipes off his hands, stretches his arms and then tosses his hands up in the air as he begins to walk away from the mansion, just in time as the constructs swarm the lunarian.

Alba shakes out the singed tatters of her jacket, tossng the ruined fabric aside with a shrug and rubbing the base of one ear. Glancing at Talen and Ainsley, she nods her thanks to the summoner, then turns to follow Fusoya... only to find the old Lunarian swarmed by constructs, and squeezing her eyes shut, she gestures to Talen, then points fiercely at the mob.

Talen pats a few stray tufts of his hair back into place, and smoothes down his ears before letting them stand up tall once more. He blinks away the last remnants of the bright flash from his eyes, and begins to move forward. The male Viera stops, pondering the sudden mobbing, before he strides forward. "Adherants of the Flame, it is indeed the master of Fire returned. And as his first lesson after his incarceration, he asks that you tend to the destruction by fire of this mansion!" He gestures to the recently fled house behind him. "Only those who most creative in their use of fire will be allowed to study at the feet of the master. Go and show the house fire's wrath!" With that, he tugs on Fusoya's arm, "We have to go, now. Especially with your demonstration. They won't be using normal guards to stop us now."

The constructs swarm Fusoya who looks rather confused, "no no that was a flare spell." the constructs start to drag the Lunairan off, "Off to the Utility and rational applications of Fire to everything conference!" The constructs all stop as they turn to peer at Talen. Then their glowing eyes turn towards the Mansion. The Lunarian is suddenly left alone as they all rush up towards the Mansion starting to cast fire spells at it. Fusoya glances to the constructs and then Talen, "Clever, lets hope they know when to run. She will not be happy with this." The Lurnain turning and starting off towards the wrong direction in town. Zhgir in his walk off will find a kitten rubbing along his legs and offering a meow, it looks a lot like Grot but younger.

Zhgir seemed be set in walking away with his back turned towards the soon to follow explosions, but then he notices the kitten. Kittens! He carefully reaches down and puts the kitten into one of his satchels, before continuing to walk away with the equal grump. "Don't bother flaring Zhgir!" He calls out to the rest of his party, before ascending onto the rooftops.

Alba turns to stare at Talen for a moment, shaking her head and snorting in amusement. Clapping the summoner's shoulder, she turns to jog after Fusoya, eyes and ears once more alert for coming danger.

Talen watches in utter amazement as the constructs begin to toast the house. "Well, I didn't expect that to be as successful.", he mumbles to himself. The clap on the shoulder from Alba has him grounded once again, and he trots after the two, snagging Ainsley on the fly and setting her atop his shoulders. "This is one of those times running is advised.", he says as he catches up to Alba and Fusoya.

Marduke glances back to the others with a chuckle, "Run why would we do that? A plesent city, come come. We have to head to the university pick up my stuff and you all can help me carry it back to wherever your ship is docked." The Lunarian glancing back to the others with a smile, "So no hurries, enjoy the city and its sights. May stop for a bit of lunch to, I am a bit hungry now that I think of it."

Fusoya glances back to the others with a chuckle, "Run why would we do that? A plesent city, come come. We have to head to the university pick up my stuff and you all can help me carry it back to wherever your ship is docked." The Lunarian glancing back to the others with a smile, "So no hurries, enjoy the city and its sights. May stop for a bit of lunch to, I am a bit hungry now that I think of it."

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