[h3]Dmitry[/h3]
[@Crowvette][@Dezuel]

Dmitry stood still for a moment, before the heated reply to himself came. Apparently, this Lady Lise had a strange reaction to see him. She had been bathing. Dmitry did not understand. Did not the servants tend to the lords and ladies in their daily duties even when cleansing themselves? Certainly his siblings never minded him scrubbing their backs or helping them in the daily dressing and chores a person of Kalinin blood had to do.

"But...message." he pieced together answering her demand to get out. Well, he would comply. Most alarmingly, some dark shadows appeared to escort him out... through a window. Not the usual exit, but Dmitry was acquainted with window exits. The Lady of Kalinin was fond of pushing him down them. It was faster, she said. Something else happened that made him rethink things, though.

The door to her room was broken by a loud individual that was out for blood. He also shot water spouts at Dmitry. No doubt his yelling was part of his burglar strategy, but he would not trick Dmitry! He was acquainted with beating burglars in the name of Kalinin, oh he was. Normally he kept his more taxing powers to a minimum use, but the situation was forcing him to act.

What if Lady Lise got wet again? That'd not be a proper thing for a servant to allow!

"Apokalipsis" He muttered under his breath, as he began to move. The world decomposed in a flow of possibilities and what ifs, and a path was set. He deftly dodged the shadow, staggering it so it was hit by the water attack instead, and ran towards Lise, his arms extended to grab her in a bridal carry.

"We go now, Mistress. First Safety. Then, water miscreant punishment." He said, as he tried to grab Lise on his arms, forsaking the build difference and carry her through the window towards a more suitable space to fight. He wasn't sure Lady Lise could break the fall from this height, but it was alright. He could afford a couple of broken bones by using himself as cushion.