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Chad steeled himself for one last attempt at thwarting their escape, but it never came. Not that it particularly mattered; the imperials had broken formation and would've been easy pickings should they engage the rebels again outside, and without even a perimeter patrol to intercept them, they'd be well on their way back to Caeli before those fools managed to punch through the obstruction blocking the door. Assuming the commander didn't keel over first, anyway.

It was a wonder how the empire was winning at all if this was what they considered viable security.

The vampire still had his doubts as the teleportation spell spun itself around them, but at least it felt relatively normal once the chill set in and it was far too late for any doubts anyway. Thankfully, he popped back into existence from the void he'd been momentarily banished to none the worse for wear, though he couldn't say the same for the commander. How many jumps like that did the fragile little creature have left in him? Hopefully he'd know when to quit; that'd be an anticlimactic way to die if Agreve messed up when it counted.

The man was as insufferable as ever once he started talking, but was almost cute to see him posture even as he had to be held up by another mage. Tempting as it was to rile him up a bit, Chad had the feeling the commander would end up the moody sulking kind of mad. And after the travesty of a dinner he'd just had, some proper sustenance would be welcome regardless of whether it had been offered by one who [i]'didn't fuckin' know and didn't fuckin' care'[/i]. How delightfully droll.

The Eve had apparently wrested his eyes off of Dionne's girl long enough to note the other members of their little band - or he'd otherwise grown bored of her now that they were out of the line of fire - but Chad had to admit he'd forgotten about the new little mortal that had caught Donovan's attention. Honestly, he was surprised that one was still breathing; Chad had written him off the moment they stepped into the room. Rescuing him still when everything went to shit was certainly a gamble. Though, mages were sentimental like that, he supposed.

Chad let out a contemplative hum as he glanced over the assortment of little injuries he'd collected that had hadn't taken stock of before. [color=00cc66]"Not sure. I doubt he'll be of any use in the future if he does pull through, granted, but mortals can be hardy little things when they want to be."[/color] There was a temptation to prod at the body with his foot, but he dutifully resisted it. [color=00cc66]"Of course, their lack of any real ability to regenerate makes it look more like petulant stubbornness than tenacity, but... maybe he'll get lucky and enjoy a miserable little existence drooling all over himself."[/color]

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