[b]Flame[/b]
My ears lay flat back as I duck down in the Watchtower. None of the enemies have seen me. This gives me the perfect opportunity: to take them all out. I speak too low for the enemies to hear but loud enough for my brother.

"They don't see me so I have a chance to end this. Get to the girls and get them out." He starts to argue but I cut him off. "-Just trust me and go!" 

I throw his pack over the side down to him and duck back down. I don't like dividing up like this but it doesn't seem like we have a choice. He has to trust me this will work. Just like I have to trust him not to die. He has fog cover and -ancestors if Gaul isn't a wondrous distraction! 

I sit and concentrate. I need to take out the men closest to our targets. I slit my palm with my dagger and press my bloody hand to my face, staining half of it in red. I close my eyes...focus. I can feel them out there. I bypass most of them over. Another plan starts to form in my mind. I can kill the one's closest to the hostages and take the rest out in Frenzy. It might be the quickest way but also could be risky. I just have to make sure not to set the Phantom Spirit free. I feel out the enemies nearest our targets...and take control of their blood.

[b]Blaze[/b]
"Plan B it is!" I grumble. Shrinking down, I scoop up my pack and throw an Arcane shield up. It'll cloak Gaul but I'm not sure he'll need it. I start running through the fog, judging by sense of smell more than anything though blood is an overarching stench. I slam into the wall with Arcane energy and blow a good size hole. I barely break my run as I leap through, heading up.

Bullets ricochet off of me, enemies run at me. I blast them and keep moving forward. Grab the girls, grab the goats, get out. That’s the plan. I hate that this is the new one but our lack of finesse gives no better options.