With no need for the keys, Ivorio tossed them aside, and they landed just barely within arm’s reach of one of the occupied cells. Ivorio raised an arm, offering his shoulder if need be, before heading off, with Wolf in tow.

The man’s mind racing, he rambled, “Okay, you got a ship, but the Marines probably got your ship, so they probably put it with their ships, in case they needed to...you know, ship, or something.” Looking around the halls, he mumbled, “I guess it’s this way?”

Going down a hallway, he pulled opened a door as he muttered, “Doesn’t really matter, we’ll find it eventually.” As the door creaked open, a sizable number of Marine soldiers could be seen in the armory, gearing up. At the noise from the door, they looked up, locking eyes with Ivorio and Margret in their black and white prison garb. The tall man swiftly closed the door, saying quickly, “Not that way.”

A focused look on his face, Ivor acted quickly, dropping his hands. As they fell, something seemed to come from his wrists: a pair of thick, metal hooks, attached to a sturdy looking black rope. Ivor swung his hands, one hook embedding itself into the wall above the corner of the door, and the other digging into the side crack of the door. Stretching his arms, the black rope seemed to grow from his hand, before each of them ended in another hook, which Ivor promptly dug into the opposite side of the wall, the two ropes crossing over the door. He wasn’t a moment too soon: the Marines on the other side attempted to push the door open, but the one way portal strained against the hooks and ropes. However, the hooks could only dig so far into the wood around the door: it wouldn’t hold for too long.

Ivor led Margaret away, getting some distance as he asked, “Can you fight? I mean, we should be fine, but..."