[center][h1]Kael’valtar, The City of Soaring Hopes[/h1][/center]
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As Darius continued to push through the crowds, the Sentinels didn’t even notice him. That was good. He could advance with little worry, even if his travelling was a little on the slow side of things. There were too many people in the way, and while they shielded him well, he was beginning to tire of all this stealthing. The castle was already in sight, and hopefully, that meant that he could just sprint for it soon.

Then, suddenly, something that looked like an eye practically popped up right in front of him. Darius skidded to a stop, looking back at the Watcher. He was unsure of what to make of it…until the Sentinels suddenly began to make their moves, converging onto his location. The brunette glared and punched that flying eye monster…only for his fist to phase through and for him to release a string of curses to that elf-mage. Bastard was literally sabotaging the trial, huh? And in such a crowded location, his ‘stealth’ was finally working against him.

Pushing his way through disgruntled non-humans, Darius broke off into a dash as soon as he made it out of the meandering marketplace. The Sentinels were, despite their impressive armor, much faster than he is, and it didn’t help that the Watchers never lost sight of the young man. The castle gates were getting closer though, even as his legs screamed for him to stop. He was hoping that the Sentinels wouldn’t get to him before then, and that they couldn’t intrude on castle property or whatever. If he could get in there, he’ll be safe.

Then, his mind screamed at him to stop as well.

For one of the others had reached the castle before him, and now, the Sentinels that chased that person was turning around to go after him.

[b]“SHIT!”[/b]

Darius ignored his fears and doubts, running headlong even harder, his bare feet pounding painfully against the uneven floor. They were definitely getting blisters. Probably getting cuts as well. That fucking elf shit better heal him up and get him shoes after this. Right as the Sentinel was about to embrace him with its armored arms, the boy dove to the side, grazing by the magical familiar and rolling onto the hard floor. The impact jarred his vision, but he knew the general direction he needed to run so, without missing a beat, he continued onwards, attaining safety only after smashing through the door.

He definitely had seen better days. His clothes were torn in some places, and his body was bruised all over from that reckless dive. His feet were cut and bleeding, but he could kill the pain for at least a few more minutes. Turning to the crazy drill kid, Darius stated flatly, spontaneously, [b]“Fuck you.”[/b]

Then, he fell on the floor, breathing heavily. At this point, it was probably a good idea to rest and regain his breath while the seaweed girl arrived, huh?