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Razer hadn't even known who had rescued him, until Elyra spoke about them.  He kept his surprise hidden at learning at how many people and exactly who had saved his life.  
"I have no idea when they'll be back, it could be hours, it could be mid day tomorrow.  It all depends how the fighting goes down.  If they are winning or losing."
As Elyra left him Razor went his own way.  There was one big thing on his mind.  His stuff.  It must still be at the enemy base!  Thank god it was still nighttime, as he went on all fours and ran like a wild beast through the Streets of Milas.  He kept to the shadows as much as possible.  He didn't want to scare any civilians that might for whatever godforsaken reason, might still be up at this late hour.    The wind was cold on his fur, but he paid it no mind.  It didn't take him all that long to reach their base as he remembered the route that he had the 'Priviliging of enjoying from his tied up "Throne".  He felt a pang of anger in his mind as he remembered how he was treated here.  He then stood up and abruptly kicked the wooden door off its hinges.  It fell to the ground with a loud slam.  He looked inside to see if anybody was there and noticed there was no one in the whole base.  It seemed as if everyone of that disgusting group had left here for the graveyard.  [i]All well and good, the faster im out of here the better.[/i]  Less than a minute later he had all his possessions in strapped to him, like normal and made his departure.  He risked a look at the graveyard having seen nothing since he fled the place afraid to lose his life.  Wow, from the couple of glances that he spared that way, he saw piles of bodies.  All of the dead were mercenaries, he knew this because he was very good at noticing things with only a glance, it might even be his best skill.  He also noticed a small girl in the middle of the graveyard kneeling next to the corpse of one of the dead mercenaries.  She was crying, Razer could tell she was indeed very, very sad and he guessed that the mercenary was her father.  He hated himself as he left the scene behind and continued on his way back to the hotel.  [i]Too much insane stuff has happened this night, and i'm not stupid enough to go and give myself more problems to worry about.[/i]He tried to convince himself that it was ok that he left that girl alone in the middle of a graveyard filled with dead bodies crying away.  He also felt kind of ashamed as the whole situation he felt was at least partly his fault.  [i]Had I paid attention, back there in that alley, that son of a bitch would never have gotten the drop on me and the whole graveyard thing would have never happened.  It's too bad I don't even remember what the dude's face looked like.[/i] 
He shook his head as he tried to clear his mind for sleep as he reached the hotel's front door and started to pull it open.  
"Greeting Templar. Ask not who I am but know that I am bringing you a message. " Leave tonight if you wish to survive. Leave tonight if you want to continue in your life. Leave tonight for the Hunter is here. Leave tonight or perish at the hand of Fate. ".  said the shady man.
Razor growled louder than he had ever growled before as his feline ears turned slightly backwards and he grabbed his quarterstaff in both arms and was about to use it as a giant hammer to smash this foolish idiot of a man for being the last straw in what was already a super shitty night.  
But before the man could be struck down he waved his hand and Razor dropped his weapon as a vision appeared in his mind and blocked him from seeing anything else.  [i]I'm dead!  And so his everyone else! What kind of trick is this?!  I was standing in front of a hotel a minute ago!  And what is that strange creature?![/i]  When the vision cleared he picked his quarterstaff and his angry eyes scanned his surroundings for the man who was going to get the beatdown of his life.  Yet the man was, gone, poof, seemingly never were there.  Never was there.  [i]Some weird thing happened just now, I saw something randomly, I thought I saw a man and me and everyone of the group dead.  I refuse to believe in whatever the hell that death scene could mean though.  Last time I thought bad shit was going to happen-I MADE IT HAPPEN TO MYSELF!  I will NOT allow that to happen again this time.[/i]  He nodded as he continued past the Hotel's door and to his room.  [i]I'm going to forget that thing with that strange man ever happened.  forget it and move on.[/i]  With that he drifted into a deep sleep.  
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Karlos didn't really remember much before he was knocked out and brought to his 'room' in the hotel.  Although as much as it seemed nicer than a typical prison cell, it was still basically the same thing.  He couldn't leave the place when he wanted to.  He couldn't leave the room when he wanted to.  He had his food given to him, whenever someone thought enough about him to prevent his starvation.  He had learned from the person who was giving him his food directly by handing it to him, that it was Jamie who ensured that he was fed regularly.  It made him smile, a tough fighter with a good heart, those two things didn't go together very often.  He hoped drake was alright, but if he carlos was captured then there was a very good chance that the Tiger was rescued and drake had been killed.  He shook his head sadly as he remembered all the good times they had together.  They used to hunt rabbits together as boys and run through the woods laughing as they chased each other for hours, playing a long game of tag or hide and seek.  They were both Drake's personal favourites.  They were both referred to as "Those little troublesome munchkins," By everyone in their small hometown.  He continued to reminisce about all the good times they had together, until at last he fell a sleep on the floor of the room.  Snoring loudly.