[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]

Time seemed to slow down around Caspian as the tensions grew higher and higher. He couldn’t tell who would bend first, Lyra in an attempt to give herself up for Quinn or the Astorios patience which would end with him giving up the mages life for the sake at one singular blow to the Inquisitor. Seconds stretched like hours and it had felt as though three months had passed since they had entered this chamber, yet in an instance that all changed. Lyra dashed forward towards the Inquisitor, casting a spell Caspian hadn’t quite caught before erupting in flames herself. Quinn was now free of the mage’s clutches, the Eve had run towards Lyra’s aid, and the Astorio had gone to meet with the wouldbe intruders that descended down upon them. There was a slight breeze that tickled at the back of Caspian’s neck making his hairs stand up as the cool air helped to replace the scent of humid mold and ozone that suffocated the space before him. He took one step in an attempt to grab the prisoner when a stray bolt of lightning had arced towards him. Eye’s wide, Caspian quickly jolted to action as short bursts of water erupted from beneath his feet putting several feet of distance between him and the attack, only a stray spark having had the luck to strike him as it burned a small hole in the sleeve of his shirt. Everything was moving so fast now, even the prisoner had begun to act, jumping towards the rescue of the two fighting off the Inquisitor as if they weren’t just here to save his own skin.

The door behind them opened up wider, as the sounds of the outside world came calling forth from just beyond the threshold. It seemed that he and Lyra were of the same mind. They needed to get out of dodge and fast. He watched as she moved with such speed and grace, accompanied by a flurry of fiery butterflies that mimicked her graceful dance up towards the opened door that begged for them to leave. [color=2471A3]”Quin, can you manage several vectors? To keep them from reaching us as we get him out of here?”[/color] Caspian called out as he nodded towards Roan. He broke into a sprint, following behind Lyra. He didn’t know if the Inquisitor had any further tricks up his sleeve, but the least Caspian could do is throw a wrench into potential further plans just in case he wasn’t finished with them yet. He stopped short of the opened door, standing at a cross section of metal plates that had previously allowed the magic to arc around and cage them in. Now he had time, and the threat of electrocution was far less than before as their friend was kept busy by the combined might of a vampire and delusional prisoner. Caspian placed his hands down onto the metallic surface [color=2471A3]”Potesa Illictum”[/color] The floor began to take a new shade of color as the metal began to shift and change. 

Gone were the dark grey slates that sat before them previously. The metal began to shift into several different hues of yellow, green, blues, purples, and pinks. The once flat pattern of the metal shifting into angled coils as Caspian changed the cross section to Bismuth. Even if the Inquisitor had attempted to cage them in once more, the doorway out would be safe as ever to make their escape. One spark of lighting or flash of heat and the metal would melt upon contact rendering it useless for conductivity. [color=2471A3]”Get your ass’s in gear, now!”[/color]