[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres Sansus[/color][/h1][/center]

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The men seemed hesitant. As if torn between their duty and helping their comrades. Two of the guards looked to the guard closest to where the voice came from. Blessedly, that was away from the direction in which Chres and the rest were approaching.

Chres quickened his pace.

"Who said that?" One of the men asked. "We under attack?"

The guard next to the first scoffed. "Are we under attack?! Are you thick of skull, Heb? Did you not hear the bell? Don't take a one of 'em scholarly Hearing folk to see we're under attack!" 

[i][color=00aeef]Just keep on talking.[/color][/i] Chres thought. As he quickly closed the distance with the first man, Heb.

"Just asking, is all." The first guard asked, looking a more than a little embarrassed. "We just gonna stay here, then?" He then ask to the thirds guard. A man who looked to be the one in charge.

The third guard had his hand on his weapon, his eye darting from the ground that just erupted to the direction from where the voice came from. 

The guard's eyes wandered back to the place where the ground flew apart. "That was magic..." The third guard said, ignoring the question entirely. "Stay alert men! I don't like the smell of-" The third guard turned to face the other two- Shit!

Chres took off at a run, while quickly whipping out his 'procured' hatchet and holding it's handle both hands. Holding the hatchet above his head, he hurled it at the man in charge just in time to catch him before he could alert the other two.

The hatchet took the man in the chest, causing him keel over. The other men jumped, weapons out. The second man openned his mouth as if to alert the wall. However, Chres didn't have time to deal with him or the guard named Heb. 

Though surely at death's door, the third guard still clung to life. Worse yet, the man had a horn which he was slowly raising to his lips. 

Chres dove between the two other guards, dagger out. 

Horn too his lips, the dying man took breath and- 

A splash of crimson spray from the man's throat. His neck cut clean with Chres' blade. Unfortunately this had left his back open to the other two men. 

"Bastard!" Heb yelled his sword plunging towards Chres' back.