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Caspian watched as Quinn floated down gi gingerly with his powers. He'd wanted to do as much himself, but didn't wish to ask so much of Quinn. He knew it must've taken an immense amount of control just to get himself down, let alone a whole group of people safely. Caspian typically had a way to break his own gall, should he ever need to jump off a far height, but it was noisy and large and not fit for either the space they were confined to nor the mission they had at hand. A part of him felt a tinge of jealousy towards Quinn's powers. Something so subtle yet versatile. He would've answered the gravity mages question, but it appeared he'd done so himself. The muffled screams from behind the iron doors aiding to the conclusion. There was no time to delay, they needed to act fast and as one unit.

Lyra joined them, giving out as full of a plan as was possible given the circumstances. The screams from the poor victim likely hid any whispers they were currently spewing out before to help maintain their element. However, the more she spoke the more it was made clear she had no grasp of his capabilities. Tasked with doing three things at once, Caspian decided he'd need to prioritize them in his mind and work at one at a time as he made his way through whatever lay beyond the doors. For his sake, he hoped it wasn't lightning. He nodded in agreeance with her plan, hesitant at the roles he had to play, but understanding of what it was she was asking. Once the Astorio came down and claimed the role of leader, marking down when they'd all go charging in, Caspian got himself into position to move as quickly as possible. 

He placed one hand on his scabbard, the only firmly on the hilt, as he adjusted his body to be low in a sprinting position. The stairwell was humid, with constant disgusting reminders of the water that plagued this location and the damage it has caused. He concentrated on that, pooling as much of it as he could towards the heels of his feet. Once Astorio bashed the door open, the pools erupted into jets, propelling Caspian into the room before clearing the rest to get towards the prisoners. One of them began to float into the air, a clear mark of Quinn as Caspiam adjusted and went for the next target. The Inquisitor was still present, and standing near his target. The water mage grit his teeth, using the moment to slide off to the side of the mage as his hands quickly followed a pattern before gripping the metallic restraints and oxidizing them to rust. 

With the metal weakened, Caspian took a quick slash towards the chains, cutting them off before placing himself in front of the prisoner. He wasn't planning to pick a fight with an inquisitor, but if he had to to give Quinn a chance to yank this guy to safety as well then he would. He held his sword before him, the scent of ozone giving away the Inquisitors magic. If he tried to use it against him, perhaps he could attempt to use his sword as a lighting rod to block any incoming attacks before parrying with some of his own.