The tower proprietor should have paid more attention to detail. If he hadn't been in such a rush to micro-manage, and take glory, he may have noticed the glowing eye. Instead one of his men took an axe to the face, and he himself went tumbling down the stairs while others were abruptly thrown back. It was becoming a tradition - Mikh'a could not come to Ishgard without being involved in someone's murder.
He'd worry about that later, focus on getting back to their friends, clearing their names, and most importantly saving their captured man. ( Men. He wasn't aware beyond Kahn'a, however. ) The word 'run' was punctuated with unneeded urgency, Mikh'a was moving as soon as Erik had finished, the frail kitty moving at a surprisingly swift pace as he damn near kept up with Erik's longer strides. Down the hall, across the landing, down another set of stairs, forcing open a door, and out in to the snow again they went as guards moved to flank them. Their goal was the stables, to get to Fury, and then out again though the bird was already pulling himself free of the loose ties Mikh'a had done ( just in case this situation had occurred ).
"Halt!"
Mikh'a had nearly gone face first in to a spear, and staggered backwards to avoid it. The wayward soldier not on their heels but instead in front of him had been coming on duty when the alarm had been sounded. The poor guy hadn't stood a chance however because as soon as that spear was pointed at the tiny kitty a burst of fire rolled across the ground and took him from behind before a rather large drake slammed in to him from behind and sent him sprawling face first in to the ground. He was now dead as well, spine snapped from the force, and Brynjar lifted his head as if to look at Mikh'a with an 'I do good?! 8D' look. Mikh'a's gloved hand came out to pat the lizard on his nose once, though that was all he was getting both because they were out of time and because Brynjar suddenly went barreling past both Erik and Mikh'a to put himself between them, and their desired destination of the stable to belch out another roaring blast of fire in order to stave off the pursuing knights.
"That's a good enough distraction for now..!" Mikh'a gasped. Fury would be out of his bindings by this point and barreling toward them out of the stables, eager to get to his master. It was time for them to get the hell out of Dodge Coerthas.
He'd worry about that later, focus on getting back to their friends, clearing their names, and most importantly saving their captured man. ( Men. He wasn't aware beyond Kahn'a, however. ) The word 'run' was punctuated with unneeded urgency, Mikh'a was moving as soon as Erik had finished, the frail kitty moving at a surprisingly swift pace as he damn near kept up with Erik's longer strides. Down the hall, across the landing, down another set of stairs, forcing open a door, and out in to the snow again they went as guards moved to flank them. Their goal was the stables, to get to Fury, and then out again though the bird was already pulling himself free of the loose ties Mikh'a had done ( just in case this situation had occurred ).
"Halt!"
Mikh'a had nearly gone face first in to a spear, and staggered backwards to avoid it. The wayward soldier not on their heels but instead in front of him had been coming on duty when the alarm had been sounded. The poor guy hadn't stood a chance however because as soon as that spear was pointed at the tiny kitty a burst of fire rolled across the ground and took him from behind before a rather large drake slammed in to him from behind and sent him sprawling face first in to the ground. He was now dead as well, spine snapped from the force, and Brynjar lifted his head as if to look at Mikh'a with an 'I do good?! 8D' look. Mikh'a's gloved hand came out to pat the lizard on his nose once, though that was all he was getting both because they were out of time and because Brynjar suddenly went barreling past both Erik and Mikh'a to put himself between them, and their desired destination of the stable to belch out another roaring blast of fire in order to stave off the pursuing knights.
"That's a good enough distraction for now..!" Mikh'a gasped. Fury would be out of his bindings by this point and barreling toward them out of the stables, eager to get to his master. It was time for them to get the hell out of Dodge Coerthas.
