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It would seem that they managed to dispatch the group of monsters with ease, and with little to no damage done to the party as well. Well, bar some friendly fire from that damned crazy bitch. Sometimes Scar wondered if she thought about anything before acting. With a sigh, he brought up the rear of the party, being already behind everyone else and all. While he walked past the bodies, he leaned down to remove his bolts and needles. Waste not, want not.

Once he had taken whatever was still reusable he continued, reloading the crossbow as he walked slowly behind them. He wasn't fussed if he got separated, his magic was better solo anyway. Plus, he could find them easily enough. Only so many paths they could take for a start, but he was a pretty good tracker. Exiting the stairwell, he glanced over the broken barricade and the dead guards. He didn't feel an ounce of pity for them, why would he need to? Hearing loud voices, he paused. His ears standing up and twitching, he elicited a loud groan when he heard Kris' voice. That wasn't good news.

Grumbling under his breath, if anyone was looking at him they would've just seen him vanish entirely from sight in the blink of an eye. Seemed like he was gonna have to mop up another mess their party was getting themselves into. Strolling into the room, entirely invisible to those around him, he prepped some needles in one hand and his crossbow in the other. He took a moment to assess the situation. It would seem that some prisoners had escaped, through whatever means he didn't care, and had armed themselves. There were three of them, one already had Kris' full attention. Between her and Hawke, combined with his magic, they wouldn't see this coming. Literally.

He appeared seemingly out of thin air besides Hawke and Macey, a bolt fired in that same instant. He aimed for the man at the back, and unless he reacted quick enough it would strike between his eyes. "[color=723437]How about this?"[/color]" Scar asked, flinging a handful of needles towards the other man currently not engaged by Chris. "[color=723437]"I don't have the fucking time to play with you scum, so just die like the filthy cockroaches you are."[/color] in the case that his attacks failed, he would vanish again and begin to walk behind them. Slowly reloading his crossbow. Without some sort of magical intervention, he was confident they wouldn't be able to find him. He doubted anyone in the room could.