Flin was just barely quick enough to escape the Myti's assault, but the Myti's natural senses proved more formidable that one might've expected. She used the momentum of he clawing attack to dive past Flin, and into the Caravan, dodging his shards in the process. But she couldn't account for Daelin suddenly pulling his hook shot back, nor did she keep her passed out ally in mind. She tripped over the Myti that Pyra had knocked out, and Daelin's hook pulled at her flesh, tearing a chunk of bloody fur out of her torso after only a moment of tension. A torrent of blood spattered against the floor as she made her move, to her own dismay. It was then that her blood loss caught up with her. There was nothing that the assassin could do to prevent herself from tumbling forward over her ally. Although she was able to roll to prevent further injury, as soon as she returned to a crouch, it became clear that her body wasn't listening to her anymore. But her partner, the acrobatic fighter that swooped in from above, was still raring to fight. Her agility spoke for itself, and she quickly took advantage of Pyra's weakened state. After landing behind him and Daelin, she deftly took the Eldi's back, wrapped one arm around his neck, and pulled him away, putting her back against the wall, and hovering her left index finger just below his chin. Her claw [i]popped[/i] out, and she peered over his shoulder, slowly backing away from Flin and Daelin. While she did this, the archer from earlier took aim once again. Flin was still their target, seeing how Captain Copp was careful to keep his body armored, Pyra was immobilized, and Daelin looked [i]much harder to put down[/i].

	[sub]"Prep the Arcane charge. The mission is going south [i]fast.[/i] Tell Sasha."[/sub]

	The Archer who spoke fired another Arrow at Flin. It whizzed through the air towards him, silent as the last, and aimed for his torso. The other Myti nodded as he fired, pulling a psystone from her pocket for a brief moment. Then she put it away, and reached for something [i]else[/i], arming her crossbow with a curiously designed bolt.

	Neale stood over the injured Myti for [i]only a second,[/i] before raising his foot and slamming his iron boot against the side of her head. She flopped over and went limp, but wasn't [i]killed[/i] by the impact. For a moment, the captain considered walking over and finishing the job, but if they made it out of this alive, she would be a valuable... [i]Source of knowledge.[/i]

	Noru cringed at Neal's display of force and lifted his hand away from Lyullia's head. "You're fine," He whispered, looking towards the Caravan's exit at what he could discern. He only spotted Pyra for a moment before he was pulled away to the right. "Can't say much about the others." He glanced at the unconscious Myti, as if to direct Lyullia's attention as well. It was clear who was responsible for their situation [i]now.[/i]

	Sasha crouched towards the ground. This Captain was [i]far more troublesome[/i] than she was prepared for. That explosion should have done a lot more damage than [i]this.[/i] How was he uninjured? Better yet, how was somebody this strong present for such a simple mission? The information she'd gotten after such a drastic change in plans wasn't nearly enough. The sisters were not fully prepared to deal with this kind of magic.

	[sub]"One dead, one missing, one with hostage, Arcane charge prepped. Orders, mistress?"[/sub]

	The psychic message only served to anger her even further. With a reluctant growl, Sasha took a step away from Zay.

	"Oh? Done already?" He mocked with a sudden smile. It was a pretty good bluff considering his condition. Maintaining his full body armor had almost completely drained his mana, his ankle was [i]aching,[/i] and he could barely curl his left hand into a fist anymore with the shattered bones in his wrist. He'd only gotten this far on willpower and luck. Even so, he was a formidable presence, despite his lax behavior. Sasha huffed through he nose. There wasn't much of a choice. But part of her didn't want to back away. Her snarl turned into a smile, and she took a step forward. Zay's expression didn't falter, but he immediately regret saying [i]anything.[/i]

	'[i]...Shit...[/i]'