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Now running through the alleys and side-roads, it was a race to survive now. His companions could deal with the soldiers. With tight corridors and limited people, Locke could finally act uninhibited by a savage running him down. The small detachment they found themselves running into were quickly dispatched by the ones who ran ahead. Though, the distant shouts made it obvious that it wasn't going to be a lucky break. Silence was as great an indicator of a fight as noise, so it would seem.

Serafaye, however, was busy attempting to cast magic. Locke watched her fail multiple times. She wasn't [i]really[/i] an invalid, right? Judging by the fact she couldn't do a thing, maybe so. [i]Oh joy,[/i] was Locke's immediate thought. They now had to carry an invalid with them. He also watched her attempt to pick up a sword, only for it to slip through her hands. It was... interesting. A curse? It was something he'd keep in mind for later.

More people came from where the scout came. Now wasn't the time to judge the girl. They had to get out. With Locke commanding the fairy with another simple gesture, he sent her to move ahead of Yinha. Come back if there's danger was it's only real command. For now, he'd follow the elf who lead the invalid with her.

[color=EB9B40]"Did you forget how to use magic?"[/color] Locke asked Serafaye in that same curt, bitter tone. He really didn't want to have some useless sow drag him down. If he could [i]remind[/i] her of the basics of magic, he would.