The cement hardened quickly around the Raven Aegis' feet. They gave their feet a tug but found no give at all. They were stuck. Having your feet encased in cement is a funny thing. It feels a bit odd. Unless you were unfortunate enough to get doused in freshly poured cement, a fate that Fletcher had not spared a few of his playthings from, it's very cold. No sunlight can penetrate the cocoon around you feet and the warmth is absorbed by the cement. An interesting sensation indeed.

"Cover your ears Fletch," Isaiah whispered

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?" Fletcher's concept of volume relativity went out the window as his hands blocked all sound from entering his ears.

Isaiah sighed and made a small motion with his fingers. To an onlooker it would have looked like nothing more than the stretching of his digits or the popping of his knuckles. These subtle movements were laced with alchemy, however. From what seemed like a block away, gun shots rang out. A bead of sweat dripped down Isaiah's face, from the heat or the strain it's uncertain. As the artificial sounds rang out, the crowds panicked and dispersed, nearly trampling some of the smaller civilians. 

As the chaos ensued and the attention was off the Asylums, Fletcher was free to use some slightly less inconspicuous alchemy.

"I hate this fucking game, Isaiah. Somebody always cheats," Isaiah had learned not to ask how someone could cheat in a game with no rules.

Fletcher spoke a few words under his breath and, timed perfectly with another fake gunshot, shattered the concrete around his feet. He did the same with Isaiah's and the two were free.

"I suppose we ought to make our way to the bird?" Isaiah said.

"Sure. Whatever," Fletcher sulked.

Without giving the other two Asylums a second look, the Raven Aegis headed off toward the direction they felt the birdie pulsing from.