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	The screams of his fellow crossbowman on the other side of the room wound its way into his ears with sharp notes, commanding his attention away from the target of his next attack. This was immediately followed by alarm. Their vantage point gave them some protection from magics which may have originated from outside of the building, but this? One of them (probably the relatively shorter one with the shield) had conjured up something that could most definitely hurt them [i]inside[/i] of their defenses. The fact that this dagger-shaped force had just shanked his associate and looked like it was deciding who it was going to stab next did NOT boost his confidence, either. 

	The idea to retreat to the back of the bailey and away from partial line of sight from the people below was a good one. This was reinforced by two things which happened from below: Firstly, their boss commanded them to scatter. Second, his half of his access to natural light just got cut off by the sudden appearance of a stone wall covering his window. It was time to move. 

	In the next second or two, just long enough to make the split decision to do so, Guard 3 scrambled northward for the back of the room and whatever lay beyond its confines as fast as he could scurry. 

[@Dragoknighte] Marita is up next. Huzzah. 

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