[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Cayde Selmy[/color][/center][/h2]

[color=ed1c24]"Thank you for the save,"[/color] Cayde replied, rubbing the discolored areas of his skin where he had once been shackled. The nobleman then looked over to his cell door. There it stood, calling his name and pleading for him to leave. Yet, he continued to hesitate. He didn't like it here, that was obvious, but what sort of life waited for him out there away from this prison. His uncle would probably never rest until he was recaptured or killed. Every waking moment would be spent on his toes, searching for the next assassin or bounty hunter. Was that really a life he was willing to live?

His decision would be made for him though as two guards suddenly spotted them. Suddenly, his military training kicked in. There were lives at stake now, his and his fellow inmates of course, but also the guards. They did nothing wrong, merely keeping imprisoned the people they were told had broken the law in one way or another. They had lives and families just as much as the rest of them. The army had taught him that sometimes casualties were to be expected, but that didn't mean there couldn't be an attempt to save them. He wouldn't force the others to do so, but for now it was non-lethal strikes only until he found a reason to kill.

Still Cayde was a swordsman, not a pugilist, so when he saw the weapon lying by the unconscious guard his first reaction was to grab it. Rolling forward, the nobleman grabbed the blade by the hilt and lifted it above his head to parry the conscious guard's first attack. It was easy to see faults in his opponent's stance, an easy life of keeping locked up prisoners from getting out of what was until now an impenetrable prison makes one lazy and out of practice. So Cayde followed up his defense with a kick to the guard's extended leg, probably breaking his knee. It would heal... eventually. It was better than being dead.

However, there was still the problem of the guard running for help. His opponent was incapacitated but still a danger and the other one was still very much active and uninjured. Someone needed to go after the man or else their escape would be short lived. No Erune was apart of their merry band of escapees, meaning there was no obviously faster member. Draphs were known for their strength not speed, so the impressively endowed woman was not his first pick. The silver and blue haired woman didn't look very physically active, perhaps being a spellcaster of some sort. Either way, also probably not the best decision for a runner. And their bard savior didn't seem at all interested in further dirtying his hands. So that left one other unless anyone else chose to leave their cell. [color=ed1c24]"Satirra? How fast do you think you can run?"[/color]

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