[h1][centre]Marcus[/centre][/h1]
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"[color=f9ad81]Make sure the crew stays together. We shall head towards our boat slowly, attacking whoever attacks us first. We might be able to blend in with the fleeing cowards and escape on the ship. [/color]" Marcus whispered back, pulling a stolen blue scarf around his neck. He rested his hand on his gun holster before he quickly uttered: "[color=f9ad81]Stay off the radar- got it?[/color]" 

The captain ran towards the commotion without looking back at the rest of the crew.

[h1][centre]Anya[/centre][/h1]

Anya ran towards the sea while putting her trusty brass knuckles onto her hands as she yelled at the guards to attract their attention. If luck was on her side, she would manage to reach the coast and go underwater in order to attack the guards there. Not the greatest plan, but it would be difficult to fight in a dress- she was already struggling to run and on top of that her bag was weighing her down. Her body felt heavier and heavier with every step she took, and not surprisingly, she tripped as soon as her bare feet touched the pale sand of the beach. She was soon captured and dragged away to the castle.