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Threads chuckled somewhat, "I guess I am I didn't know I was hiding from you under all of this dirt." The fatigue from not getting much sleep, had taken a toll on him and it showed on his face too. Though he had said he wasn't tired to the others, most people just shrugged he knew lauralye knew him better.

Thedas sighed closing his eyes, the cold water on the cloth against his skin soothed him. Sighing he let her clean the dirt and blood that had soaked through his shirt and dried on his torso. Opening his eyes and looking down at her, a small smile graced his lips. He didn't move, as she worked getting the dirt and blood off of him. He was tired, but he could stay awake for awhile in the very least.

Thedas smiled slightly, pushing himself up to his feet. It felt like his legs would give out under him at any time. "Yah some help would be nice princess," he smiled at the old nickname it had felt like years since he had used it.

Thedas, sighed as the pressure of his armor was being taken off. He was glad now for the black clothes he wore under the armor itself. Once to the chest plate, he gave her a tired smile stopping her hands. When she started to reach for it, shaking his head at that. "I'll do this one I'm already soaked in dried blood don't need it getting all over you." His fingers worked at the ties of the chest plate before brining it off. There was a hole in his shirt to where he had been stabbed. Though only a scar was left of what had happened.

Thedas looked up, at the sound of his other name. A small smile made it to his lips, he was bone tired though his legs wouldn't respond he guessed the fight took more out of him than he had though. Though he was sure, the wound in his stomach was gone. He was glad that lauralye was back at his side, and that he was going to live to see another day. The other two men, kept moving with Thedas between them. Even with the training they got he was heavy and the armor only added weight.

Thedas groaned when the sword was pulled out, obeying slightly. Eating what he could before he coughed, feeling hands lifting him off the ground. Groaning slightly in the agony of the pain that engulfed him, threatening to take him under. He knew the armor was a bloody mess, and that it was ruined he didn't care though he just wished for the pain to stop. He knew the two men between him, that held him up as they continued the walk. Were doing there best to be gentle with the injured man that they were holding. Opening his eyes slightly to see piles of dust, he knew these used to be demons before they were killed the others must have fled after they saw there leader go down.

Thedas was still taking shallow breaths, groaning in pain slightly. "I guess the fates just wanted to draw this out." Turning his head to the side where Lucien was and coughing up blood, just to see the demon he had killed turn to dust. He heard boots that meant the others were here.

Michael thought for a moment, before getting the map of the building off the table. Swiping the dust that had gathered on the table, bringing up a holographic keyboard at the side on the table. A small sigh escaped his lips, as he fingers went over the keys without any stop. The top of the table glowed for a second before bringing up the building in a 3D scale. Turning the building with his fingers, part of his lips twitched as to go into a smile. Though it never made it to his face, four years and this old thing was still working. Looking at the others, Conner was nodding taking in the detail while Zach looked at the model with his head tilted slightly. Michael took a seat in a chair, "well this is the building that I have been keeping an eye on for four years. Thought I might as well just in case something happened to any of you." He got back to his feet, putting two fingers of each of his hand on the model he spread his arms apart and they were suddenly in the model though it was mostly in lines. He looked around at it then at his feet, seeing the underground tunnel he had explored a year before he fully started to take in the details of the building from meetings he went to.

Hearing the chains of the gate raising in front of him, momentarily blinded from the outside. Stepping into the sand, covered floor of the arena. Duruz scanned the stands, seeing mostly of the crowd with there eyes on the person across from him. His eyes went to the gate across from him, to see his opponent a woman he wasn't really that surprised. Women fought in his clan that's why no one had survived, his grip on both blades tightened. He wouldn't underestimate her skill, by the tell of it she had fought here more than him. He wasn't like all the orcs down below were, where they would charge. Keeping the blades in a tight grip, putting a foot behind the other to give him a bit more balance. Putting himself into a defensive position, most of the crowd looked at him confused. Duruz didn't care though, keeping his defensive position his eyes taking in the two handed sword that she held.

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