"Rithrynn, wait!" Sharon called out to Rithrynn as she raced down the tunnel after her Captain like a rocket hamster fueled on an illegal amount of caffeine. But there was little chance of ever getting her to listen, as Rithrynn had already disappeared around the next corner twenty yards ahead with the speed of a bullet, leaving Liaena and Sharon alone with a rather disgruntled looking Shani, who seemed none to pleased to be left behind by her sisters.

[i]"Dear light, they're like wild dogs who had just seen a cat... oh woe!"[/i]

"Mister Sharon; forgive me if this may be a bad time to ask this... " Lord Greymoon started with a careful voice, as he peered over the shoulders of Sharon and Liaena at the tunnel into which Serphia and the vast majority of the sentinels had just disappeared into in their chase after the assassins.
"But... did your bodyguard just leave us?"

Sharon didn't answer at first. Instead, he just grimaced as he leaned against Shani who was standing right behind them.

"Well, technically, they're not really my bodyguard. Officially... "

The High Elf started, trying to come up with a decent explanation, but suddenly shook his head.

"They... argh, yes. My bodyguard just abandoned us, I'm afraid."

Sharon gave Liaena an apologetic look, before casting a glance up at Shani, whose eyes glared back at the High Elf like diamonds taken from the deepest, darkest flaming pits of the Nether.

"Well, except you of course. Thanks."

He quickly turned away from Shani again before the Sentinel could come up with an excuse to hate him even more, returning his attention to Liaena once more. Sharon looked over his battered lover. She had taken the worst of the grenade, with bruises and scratches. An obvious need for severe dis-infection considering their current whereabouts even if there were mostly just scrapes. 

"Can you run? We ought to follow them. The sewer is huge. Even if they get the assassins, they might get lost down here."

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"Move you dogs, they're coming in fast!" Donald cried out as the three men ran as fast as they could through the sewer. Any idea to take breaks at each corner and take potshots at the Night Elves had been completely discarded in favor of running as fast as they could, with the Night Elves closing in behind them and fast.

"Ye don't say! There real mad now!" Smokey laughed while dropping bombs as they went in hope of slowing the Night Elves down.

"We're here. Split up!" Sevarian, who was running ahead; suddenly called out as the three assassins crossed a last corner and arrived at a plateau across a larger open space. They were in an underground brick cistern, with a small lake filled with pillars and small walkways. There was also one stair leading up to a hallway above them, and another entrance leading into a darker path to their right.

The three assassins immediately dispersed, heading each their own seperate direction. Donald raced down into the darker path to the side, while Sevarian sprinted up the stairs to the level above. 
Lastly, Smokey ran as fast as his short legs could carry him out across the thin sidewalk leading him through the cistern. Short of the numerous supportive pylons around him, the area above the water was completely exposed as he tried to make his way through the murky water on a collection of worn brick walkways and makeshift bridges consisting of wooden boards.
The water, although it may once have been used for drinking; was muddy and grimy, filled with all manners of filth and decay that had been washed into this dead end of the sewer.

"Bloody 'ell, why do I always end up with the worst deal? Cursed death trap, this is!" Smokey mumbled to himself as he did his best not to fall off the slippery ledges, with the occasional bubbles coming up from the water below him.