The Neomas Family

The Final Stretch

 After searching through all the chest of the armory, they find and assembled their equipment and clothes. With each on opposite sides of the room, they changed into their equipment and then meet back up outside the door.

On his side of the room, Raziar quickly changes into a pair of simple trousers and shirt. Then, he tied leather armor onto his forearms and shins and strapped a leather vest over his torso. It gave him very light defense, more so suited as an extra layer against stray strikes that might get past his defense. However, the leather left opening in the joints for free movement and flexibility, which he preferred over heavy defensive armor.

Next, he strapped on his belt, where to daggers hung from both sides, the holsters they rested in tightly fitted to his belt as to avoid any unnecessary noise. Finally, after examining the twin short swords, their blades glistening from the fiery torches that stood on the walls, he gave them a slight twirl before sheathing them on his back.

"Ah, it feels so good to be back in my regular clothes!" He heard Neomas from across the room.

Raziar glanced over his shoulder at her. His eyes slowly glided down the slim, dark robe she wore that, once reaching the waist, became slightly see through and had a slit down the middle, revealing part of her smooth, elven leg. Pulling his eyes away from the teasing piece of skin, he noticed the sword that hung from her hip.

He didn't expect her to how a weapon like that with such flimsy defense such as a robe. However, with the staff she held in one hand, the crystal on top gleaming from either the dim light of the fires along the wall or whatever magical powers she held he did not know, he guessed that it was either just for show or something to defend herself with incase they got to close. Again, he didn't know.

"Are you done?" she tapped his nose playfully, giggling.

He huffed, looking away and crossing his arms. "So which way is out?"

"Aw, are you mad you can't see more?"

He doesn't answer her.

She laughs. "Come on then." She said as she hurried past him towards the door they entered through.

From here on they continued to encounter patrolling guards at every corner they turned. Unlike the first set of guards they ran into, they got rid of them quickly and silently; Neomas's staff that she carried on her back enhanced her magical abilities, while Raziar's knives gave him silent, but deadly range.

Finally reaching the inner courtyard of the prison, they quickly too shelter in the shadows of the towering walls that surrounded them as they counted the number of guards that watched from high upon the walls and that roamed the yard.

"So," Raziar began, noting each guard he spotted. "How do you plan to get out of here?"

"Don't worry," Neomas answered casually. "I have a ride waiting for us. Well, for me at least." She added, glancing back at him. They both knew of how Firrans were looked at outside of their lands.

He shrugged. "I guess it's something you're going to have to explain." He says, wondering if she was just going to leave him behind to be executed on the spot.

"Don't worry, she won't mind."

As he was about to respond to her cheerful remark, a guard began to alert the others. "Unknown vessel approaching!" He alerted as he began to race to sound the alarm. To his luck, he was just in range for his dagger to easily pierce the guards back, silencing him.

"I guess 'our' ride is here." Raziar said, drawing his swords and positioning himself to strike down any guard that come across their spot.

"Hopefully we can get to it," Neomas retorted as she held her staff out in front of her, her hand hovering over the crystal lodged into the tip of her staff as if holding in its sealed power.

He was surprised by her calmness of the situation. Elves were known for such things. He was, however, surprised by how whimsical she was about all of this. Usually elves were known for being stoic and genuine. This one, however, seemed to think of all this as a game.

Suddenly, he noticed another guard rushing to the alarm bell and sent another dagger flying up to stop him. However, this one only caught him in the shoulder and made him stumble, faltering for a second, then resume his run. As he reached for the rope to the bell, he suddenly froze, and then, as if some invisible monster wrapped its claws or tentacles around him, he was flung over the wall, out of sight.

He looked at Neomas, seeing her retract her hand which he guessed was used to send the guard over the wall and into the depths of the sea.

"Nice shot," she complemented him with a smile. "But I'd prefer if you made sure to go for the kill early." She winked.

He smirked, and then, his ears catching the sound of cutting wind, pressed her against the wall with his body. He grunted as an arrow flew past him, grazing his unprotected back.

She shot her bolts from the staff's crystal at the archer that had fired the arrow and caused him to jerk back, avoiding the blast but tripping over the wall. His screams cut off abruptly from the fall.

"You ok?" She asked as she began to check his wounds.

"It's nothing," he answered, feeling the small trickles of blood run down his back.

"Well, as long as it doesn't stop you from fighting."

"I've fought through worst." He smirked. He could hear the guard's footsteps getting closer to where they took cover.

"I suggest we get moving quickly."

"I agree."

With that, they broke from their cover and ran for the nearest stairs that would take them to the top of the wall. As they broke from their cover, guards began to yell, alerting the others of the escapees, and began their chase after them.

The guards already posted along the top of the wall began firing a volley of arrows. With reflexes that were normal to him and his kind but super-natural to others, he deflected those arrows that would've made their mark in their bodies, allowing the others to clang against stone.

As they reached the stairs, Neomas turned, speaking ancient incantation softly, and shot a burst of fire out at the guards, setting the stairs afire and causing them to stop as they shielded themselves from the heat of the flames.

With the stair ways cut off, Raziar sped his way up the rest of the stairs, reverting to his more primal state for a moment and running on all fours. With a leap, twisting in the air, he closed the distance quickly and brought one of his swords down onto one of the guards, the sword lodging itself in the pocket between the shoulder and neck.

The second guard, taking a second to recover from the sudden assault, brought up his crossbow and set its sights onto him. With one step forward, he turns on the balls of his feet, smacking the crossbow aside and causing the arrow to sail right past his ear. With one sword occupied with the crossbow, the second sword slashed down, across the guard's body.

"Very flashy, but I'd rather get out of here quickly." Neomas said, running past Raziar.

He follows after her, his swords at the ready if any more arrows from other guards was on its way into one of them.

They run along the top of the wall, dodging and deflecting arrows, and, as they near the edge, Neomas looks back at Raziar. "Hope you don't mind water," she yelled back at him.

He looked at her and gave a heavy sigh. "Just keep your side of the deal," He says as they both leap over the edge, the wind rushing over them as the ocean beneath them came closer. Finally, the soldier's yells are drowned out by the ocean's cool embrace.