The pistol fired only a few fulms away, and it just barely missed her. Roen felt the shot graze the edge of her hood as she reflexively jerked to one side, even though she knew any attempt to dodge a fired bullet was a futile effort. She counted herself lucky that the Midlander was still dazed. She raised her shield between her and the Roegadyn on the other side of the Elezen; likely if the Midlander had a pistol, then likely the Roegadyn did as well. She was not likely to get lucky twice. “Stand down!†she yelled again as she slashed at the weapon arm of the man that had just shot at her.
The keening of a Wildwood’s sharp whistle pierced the air, followed by the shutters above slamming shut. She sighed inwardly with relief that there would not be another barrage of gunfire descending on to the streets. Either they bought her ruse or…
“You have ONE CHANCE to surrender! LAY DOWN the weapons, get on the ground, face down!†came Broken Nose’s booming voice echoing off the walls of the ally. From the corner of her eye, the paladin spotted the familiar dark red hue of Brass Blade armor as the men rounded the corner, sticking close to the walls. A few of them glanced warily above for any rifles pointed their way, shields still raised in anticipation.
It only now occurred to her that her own identity was in danger of no longer being hidden. She hoped what Crofte said was true, that Taeros truly did not have a warrant out for her arrest, and that the Blades working for him would leave her be. She was not sure about the Immortal Flames however. While she and sergeant Melkire met in private, he did it so that there was no need to arrest or detain her for possible suspicion of conspiracy.
But it was too late now to rethink her actions. Her eyes darted from the Elezen’s back to the two that were flanking him. They would need to be detained for questioning if they were wise enough not to resist arrest. She knew the Blades would not hesitate in cutting down a man or two who posed a threat. If they attempted to run, either they would find their paths blocked or she would need to slow them down if they had other means.
"As the Blade said, you have one chance," she said firmly. "Surrender now or your life may be forfeit."
The keening of a Wildwood’s sharp whistle pierced the air, followed by the shutters above slamming shut. She sighed inwardly with relief that there would not be another barrage of gunfire descending on to the streets. Either they bought her ruse or…
“You have ONE CHANCE to surrender! LAY DOWN the weapons, get on the ground, face down!†came Broken Nose’s booming voice echoing off the walls of the ally. From the corner of her eye, the paladin spotted the familiar dark red hue of Brass Blade armor as the men rounded the corner, sticking close to the walls. A few of them glanced warily above for any rifles pointed their way, shields still raised in anticipation.
It only now occurred to her that her own identity was in danger of no longer being hidden. She hoped what Crofte said was true, that Taeros truly did not have a warrant out for her arrest, and that the Blades working for him would leave her be. She was not sure about the Immortal Flames however. While she and sergeant Melkire met in private, he did it so that there was no need to arrest or detain her for possible suspicion of conspiracy.
But it was too late now to rethink her actions. Her eyes darted from the Elezen’s back to the two that were flanking him. They would need to be detained for questioning if they were wise enough not to resist arrest. She knew the Blades would not hesitate in cutting down a man or two who posed a threat. If they attempted to run, either they would find their paths blocked or she would need to slow them down if they had other means.
"As the Blade said, you have one chance," she said firmly. "Surrender now or your life may be forfeit."
