Ruli raised his eyebrows slightly, but gathered his supplies on the table in silence. A clean knife, two squares of leather, twine, a bowl, a small vial of a foggy liquid, and a small bundle of cotton. Setting both of the cotton balls into the bowl, he poured the liquid over it; the pungent smell of herbs filled the immediate air. He lifted one of the two liquid soaked balls and placed it in one of the two leather squares. Ruli took Gavin's hand and turned his wrist to where the incision from yesterday was still healing. Ruli had only cut into him yesterday to show him how much he'd need for today should Gavin accept. 

It was then that Kire arrived, Ruli almost snapping at whoever it was not to disturb them until he saw who it was. Ysaryn took up guard outside the tent. 
Like yesterday, he confirmed that he had permission before he pressed the blade to Gavin's skin and let the blood droplets fall onto the square, soaking the wet cotton ball. 
Its scent changed at once, the herbs disappearing and the odor of charcoal, licorice, and ash filling the room. Ruli wrapped the cotton ball in the leather, bundled it in twine, and set it aside. Asking Kire once again for her permission, he pressed a different blade to her wrist and let the blood fall on the second set of materials, likewise bundling it up. Just as it had with Gavin's, the scent changed, to that usual, clean scent that followed Kire's blood. Like a crisp mountain sky, and clear, icy water.

He gave to her the set with Gavin's blood within. Settling it over her head, he tucked it beneath her armour. "Same goes to you, Empress." Ruli said, stepping back and securing the bundle soaked in her blood over his head and beneath his armour. "See you on the other side of this."

When she'd gone, Ruli turned to Gavin again. "Ready?" He asked rhetorically, gathering his borrowed helmet and motioning for him to suit up. Ysaryn fell into step when they left the tent, her expression cold and distant as she prepared to meet her enemies. 
"All is good?"
"Mmmhm."
"Will these wards do to us like Raielwen wards?"
"I can't say. I tried to make it less exhausting, but try to prepare for it."
She grunted at him, and branched away, joining the [i]Wenches[/i] and leaving them to their task.

When the horns sounded, Ruli and Gavin weren't far from the thick of the militia. His plan was to travel on foot along the edge of the palace grounds, leaving a trail to be followed, dragging Gavin, who had a handful of the flashbombs on his person, along beside him. They would use them to divert attention, drawing the thick of the Gemini into the center of where the wards would hold power once they were activated, to leave them defenseless so the Amrian's could assault them. 
So when the horns sounded and they realized they were moving too slowly, Ruli nudged Gavin and jogged with him. When they got near the back end of the ward's perimeter, they slowed, and Ruli set the last of the ward pieces down. "When I tell you to, turn it anticlockwise twenty degrees." He instructed.
Taking a deep breath, Ruli stood in place, summoning his magic with neither someone under her grasp nor a foot within the shadows, thus allowing his magic to act as a beacon. Hopefully. Ruli had never [i]not[/i] done anything before, but he'd gotten the idea from Kire when she destroyed the gate. When he felt that all too familiar tickle that sensed some other magic, he looked down to Gavin. "Now." He said. Reaching into his pocket, he chucked one of the flash bombs hard down onto the ground a few yards within the wards, which he felt activate- it was like a hushed, warm breeze. 
"With me." He said, grabbing Gavin's hand and, safely out of the wards reach, he Walked them a ways along the edge. 
Once they reappeared, Ruli threw another bomb, then ran with Gavin. "Sword up. You see anyone, you tell me."