[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1058612497462071306/48c9191838572d0477a6d8b42f5014b8.png[/img][sub][color=2471A3]February 2nd, 531 - 11:50 am[/color][/sub][/center][hr]

Any hopes of Quinn stealing the prisoners to safety went out the window the second the Inquisitor became aware of them. He watched as the lightning came alive, dancing around the room with a low hum now surrounding them. One of the prisoners was freed, the other was supposedly brain dead, and the last was already killed. Caspian couldn't help but think of every moment they'd wasted up until now, the arguing and bickering could've saved at least one more life. No. He couldn't think in would haves, what's happened happened and he needed to focus on the here and now. Beyond the hum there came a quick crackling sound as the Inquisitor made a rapid movement with his wrist, sending out bolts of lightning towards each of them.

He didn't have time to avoid the blast and take the prisoner with him. He needed to find a way to redirect the lightning from where he stood. He swiped his sword in a downwards motion, a stream of water condensing before him in a downwards arc that connected to the stone floor to his right. As the bolt crashed into the new watery circuit, it flowed down and away from Caspian as he let out a sigh of relief. It was a close shave and they needed to find a way out and fast. Transmuting a tunnel would take too long and leave him open, but taking down the Inquisitor would likely leave them with three dead prisoners and one less mage. Astorio seemed to have the same idea that Caspian had, though it appeared that even though they came from the same place he still had no grasp on how a mage's power worked.

[Color=2471A3][i]Oh sure I'll just disrupt the current. No problem[/i][/color] Caspian thought to himself as he glanced around the room. There wasn't a single piece of this massive circuit that wasn't already pumped with electricity. If he was to transmute any of it he'd end up frying himself in the process. There had to be a way for this all to work out. He doubted Lyra superheating the metal would do them any good, and both the vamps were keeping the fucker busy for now. He looked towards Quinn to see if the electric field had dropped yet when suddenly it clicked. He'd never had a Quinn before, but it opened up new avenues he'd never even considered before. [Color=2471A3]"Quinn. I need a small lift! Just enough to make me float, can you handle that?"[/color]