"Damn it, Derrick," Kenza cursed under her breath, taking off in the direction of the crack she'd seen earlier. If she was going to die running for something, it was going to be the light. As for Mistletoe, Kenza figured that this moment — if not anytime before now — was when "every man for himself" was most applicable. Going to help the clearly injured hunter up and away from the scene would lead to certain death, and, if there was one thing a hunter was required to learn quickly, it was that death didn't appreciate heroics. 

The warden soared overhead, heading straight for Derrick and knocking over the wooden shelves underwing as he did so. Kenza narrowly dodged a falling shelf, clambering over the one on the other side as the gargoyles behind her got over the crash and resumed their chase. The path around the spiderwebs was longer than the path towards the door, but it was a risk she'd take.

When the warden flew past her without another glance, Mistletoe quickly started scrambling to her feet. The smaller gargoyles — while clearly still a threat — seemed to be the soldiers rather than the general, and when Kenza sprinted off, leading the soldiers away, Mistletoe made for the door to the hallway, cradling her injured side. In the hallway, she fled for a door two doors down from the library but on the same side, opening the door quickly and peering inside. If it was safe, she'd close the door behind her and attempt to wait out the storm while searching the room for supplies. 

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