The Penthouse Suite, huh? It couldn't be far at this point, but the clock was ticking. As Wesley made his last statement, Grant quirked an eyebrow at him. He personally found it ironic, just a day or two ago they could have been at each other's necks. Now they stood side by side against a common enemy. Not that they were friends or anything. It was still a funny situation, though. Grant polished his gun with his sleeve, admiring it as the soldiers neared. A burst of dark magic went from his hand and into the gun, and he pointed it to the first soldier that appeared.

"[b]I'll be going first if you don't mind.[/b]" The raven haired man said, the slightest glin in his golden eyes as he aimed. He fired off one shot, it went straight through the man. There was the slightest delay as shortly afterwards a burst of Darkga exploded, enveloping the soldier and incapacitating him. The rest of the soldiers hesitated before the two princes. Grant let out a low whistle. "[b]I underestimate my own magic.[/b]" He said curiously. "[b]As Nadeline finds herself talented with White Magicks, I found myself gifted with Arcane spells. Now then, let's finish with this riffraff and be on our way.[/b]" He told Wesley as he fired more shots.