Cith scanned the area for other masks, and found they were currently alone.
That wouldn’t last.
And she wasn’t going to wait on him.
Cith swiped a wayward stone from the ground and leapt out of hiding, throwing it at the glass pane. Without stopping, she wrapped herself in her cloak and followed, landing inside with a CRASH.
Noach swore under his breath. That wasn’t exactly the most subtle way to get inside, but the deed was done. The noise was made, and the shots of guards coming to investigate were already rounding the corner.
He scrambled into the window behind Cith, bunching his sash over his hands to keep from cuttin
“Go back to where you were!”
The order was an ominous one, and Tiago froze, at least for a moment, and held his hands up.
“C-ché. I just...want to help. I have medical supplies in my bag. You already searched it. It’ll stop her bleeding, at least, or numb it, that’s all”
The guard hesitated for a moment, then seemed to really see how many people were on the ground, injured and bleeding. More than a few were crying, or moaning to themselves.
“I don’t know how long you plan to keep us here. Will it make any difference to you if they’re in pain or not?”
Another moment’s hes
When they reached the small knot of people under closer guard, the masked guard surprised Tiago by leveling a punch straight into his gut.
He reacted reflexively, caving in around the blow in anticipation of the pain something like that would normally have caused over the ugly scar beneath his clothes.
It didn’t come.
He still lost his balance, and the guard gave him a spurious kick to get him in line with the others.
Again, he didn’t feel it besides a dull thud, but he reacted as if he had, thinking it suddenly unwise to reveal the protection on beneath his clothes.
A woman nearby screamed at the apparent bea
“Do you want to take bets on if he shuts up after they shoot him? Or do you think he’ll just get louder?”
Tiago gave Cith a droll look to accompany his complaint, but truthfully, he rather admired the vociferous man for his unyielding belligerence, and the thought of him getting in trouble for it wasn’t a pleasant one—there were already enough people here nursing wounds to their arms or legs from being driven into the garden itself.
Despite her growing agitation, Cith couldn’t help but snort at her companion’s question.
“I’ll put down actual coin if it takes two shots to shut him up from
Of all the things Tiago expected Cith to say to him during their uneasy truce, that...made no sense. It wasn’t even in the realm of ‘unexpected’; it simply didn’t sound like it even meant anything.
His eyes flicked over the old girl for a moment, noting the clawed gloves, as well as the cape she favored.
“Been fighting again?”
“Oh you know. Architecture. Bridges. Very…….” Cith trailed off as the confusion that crossed his features sunk in. Right. Perhaps not the best start.