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Rather than follow Cecilia's plan, Serafaye got her wires crossed. She didn't actually realize that skulking around the alleys some more and getting the attention of every single soldier were two entirely different plans, did she? Well, no matter. That just meant that Locke was to blot out the archers. Easy enough for him to do, really. With a wave of his finger and clench of his fist, the fairy that flew above had been crumpled out of existence, leaving nothing but the sky in its place.

[color=EB9B40]"I suppose sneaking is less of an option."[/color]

His chant this time was different. Rather was a simple shout of "sek omoz", it was a much more brutal and guttural chant. The words left his mouth with such nuance that it was hard to even spell out what he was attempting to say. It certainly wasn't the common tongue, that was for certain. It continued for some time as he prepared a great magic. Finally, a small ball smoke formed in his hand. No more than a wisp held safe against what little wind swept through alley.

Finally the chant stopped. With great force, he slammed the small smoke into his chest. A thick black smoke escaped from the seams of his clothing, filling the alley with a billowing smoke. Just as quickly as it filled the alleyway, it rose and settled above the head of the largest member. The thick black smoke from no discernible origin rolled forward, blocking off the sight of those above and below.

A winded Locke fell onto the ground, collapsing to a knee. Really, some mages burnt out with great fireballs and blasts of ice. Here Locke was, his body crumbling because of smoke. Through sheer will, he stood himself back up. He had some fuel left, but not much. The sooner he could get out, the better. With a quick shake of his head, he signaled for the rest of them to move.