[center][h1]Bak Tsarevna[/h1][/center]

Bak couldn't help but giggle every time Rurick sent the foolish St. Laural's flying out of sight, at least until Rurik brought another issue to their attention that even the newcomer seemed interested in.

"You can not just have prisoner, that is not how prisoner works." Bak said indignantly even as she stepped back to let Cassius through. "If you are wanting to free prisoner you must give us something in return." She stepped forward after his, getting a good look up through the hole. The wicked orange glow that shown down from the roof brought up awful memories from her childhood, of pain and youthful stupidity and an unbearable heat covering her body that would never end. She found herself gripping her arms lightly without even really meaning too, caressing the mangled flesh kept whole surly only by a microscopic latticework of steel that had slithered through it in the aftermath like new growth after a bushfire. 

There was another important fact though. As far as she knew there was only one person who had for sure gone above. Only one that could be on top of the building right now. That made her swallow her apprehension. 

"Fire idiots!" She said, uncrossing her arms are she tried to settle her nerves and failed. "You would both be able to fight fire with fire. Help us defeat whatever that is," she pointed to the orange glow, "and prisoner is free to go. This is acceptable, yes? It is, yes?" She said, turning to Christine and pleading with her eyes that, yes, this was indeed acceptable. "Thobias! That is Tovarish fighting up there, I am sure! You must carry us up there, we must support her. It is the only way we will be able to get there quickly enough."

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