Octavius was smiling as he strolled out, only to find Ceres had taken care of a pair of guards who thought they could stop the two of them. She hadn't done a very good job of it, though, as they were still alive. Not only that, she seemed to have ignored his words on their "deal". But that was fine. Less responsibility for him. However, it would seem his new friend couldn't navigate her way out of a sack of potatoes, and that was his problem entirely. Thankfully, the captain was a good deal better at escaping than she was. He bent over the two unconscious guards, and without hesitation, very deliberately thrust his bayonet through the left eye of each one, executing the oblivious men without remorse of any sort. His canine appendage seemed pleased with that, though it was smart enough to not make any noises. And with that taken care of, they could escape. Captain Cuttlam took the lead now, figuring it was probably better than trying to direct his directionally challenged companion. "This should be easy. Follow my lead, and don't look like a criminal." he said as they headed for the nearest door. This whole building stretched all the way down to the docks. All they had to do was get to the servants' corridors, and they were essentially home free.

The only problem was, that between them and a straight shot to freedom, was a quartet of angry guards. Even worse, Octavius could only kill two of them quietly. He did so with relish, though, letting his mastiff arm lash out and latch onto the throat of one guard, even as he whipped his blade into the eye socket of another. But his daemonic dog-arm had a bit too much freedom and refused to release the throat of the dying guard. And he could only hold one knife at a time, leaving two more enemies undispatched. The two were shouldering a shotgun, and reaching for pistols respectively. And there was nothing for it, the captain was left to watch all of this happen in very slow motion, thanks to his adrenaline rush, and there was nothing he could do. He just hoped Ceres had the necessary motivation to keep him from getting shot up like target dummy. If he'd had a holster, he supposed the other two wouldn't have been a problem, but obviously he didn't, and his last act wasn't going to be scrambling through a bag for a weapon like some kind of peasant. He was the notorious pirate Captain Octavius Cuttlam. And it was going to take a lot more than them to stop him...