Shadir-47 years old- Dungeon

"You still managed better than I could have." He stated in a hushed voice before pushing further on into the dungeon. There was so many stairs that spiraled down, it was enough to make one dizzy. Dhuka was right on his heels as he crept down the stairs in silence. All clear on the upper part, now they would just have to wait for Atara and Darim to return. Seemed simple enough though in reality it was worse than fighting. Every little sound was enough to make one jump nearly out of their skin.

Darim-23 years old- Dungeon

"Nice shot." He commented before bending over the guards. After searching them both he stood with his prize in hand. "Keys, perfect. Come on his cell is on the right up here, or at least should be." With that he dashed ahead looking about as he did though there was a lot more people in there than he thought there would be. "Spread out, we don't have much time."

Atara - 22(f) - the village/castle

As he praised her shot she simply rolled her eyes. Yeah right, she had missed the first time. Whats so nice about that? Nothing! Thats it. But she didnt argue, simply nodding as a answer before dashing after him. "Sure" was all she said, taking off to the right with Algol next to her. Her feet was quiet, quick and light, barley making the small amount of dust there was dance as they hit the floor. Yet despite this it feelt as if the sound her feets made was as loud as thunder that crosses the sky just above ones head. As the lioness quickly got passt her, she looked up ahead seeing the animal simply tackling someone who came from what seemed like nowhere. With a low curse she sent a needl flying. However due to Algol beeing there she had little to aim at, so as the needle hit its target she walked up, feeling for a pulse. Well he have one, its faint, but its there. With a relived sigh she stroke the animal above the head. "Thanks girl" she smiled at the animal before continuing forwards. She had only gone a few more cells before finding the man they looked for. "Over here!" she told Darim, feeling the cell door. Sometimes ... luck is on your side. This was not one of those times.



Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - Castle

He just looked at Shadir, not sure if it should be taken as a compliment or not. Shadir have never really been known for his skills with long distance weapons. So beeing better than him didnt really say much if he was to be honest.

Darim-
Jogging over to the woman he peered into the cage like cell. There in a mount of what could only be hay, though it was hard to tell, laid a figure. It was hard to tell just who the pale, thin body belonged to though from his past connections he knew very well whom it was. "Malik!" He called out in a loud whisper. Slowly and in an almost jolting manner the person turned over to face then. "No..." The man was worse off than he thought. His face was pale and sunk in from malnutrition, not to meantion that it was covered in bruises and cuts. He had been beaten, most likely for information. Despite that though he still seemed to be aware.
"Darim? My boy how great it is to see a familiar face." Malik answered in a faint weak voice. Swaying some he attempted to stand he toppled forward only to have Darim catch him through the bars. His skin was hot to the touch. This was no longer a misson to break him from prison but a mission to save his life.
"Atara, pick the lock." Darim asked his face pressed against the bars. Time was running short....

Atara - 22(f) - castle

She looked at him as he jogged up to her and the cell before stepping somewhat to the side. When she heard the faint no she looked over to him before reaching for her equipment so that she could pick the lock. She had bent her knees, looking into the lock as she was told to pick it. She didnt even bother to answer, instead she raised her hands, slowlyand carefully working on the lock. Its better if she is carefull and actually manages to get it on the first try. If she makes a mistake and breaks it it will be one hell of a lot harder to actually get it done. The broken lockpick would be resting in the coffin. As she feelt the frist pegg fall to place she locked it and put in the other pick and after a short time a soft click was heard. With that she swiftly pushed up the door, rushing in and gently getting the man so that he leaned more on her than he stood on his own. Heck, as light as he was she could probably carry the man on her own. As she feelt the thin, light man against her she looked at him. So warm ... its like a small campfire. With a consearned look at the man she looked at Darim, How should they do this now?

Darim-23 years old- Dungeon

Looking about them he checked to see if they were clear. "If you will lead, then I'll carry him. I hope Shadir figure it in that we will be carrying him...." The man said lifting the older man from where the woman was supporting him. He was so light, it was unnatural. It felt as if he was carrying a pack in his arms rather than a man. "If there is any trouble I fear I might not be that helpful...."

Atara - 22(f) - castle

"Worry not, if its strength thats needed Algol will see to it. The rest Il fix ..." adding somehow in her mind. As he got a grip of the man she walked out,making usre the door was open enough for the two to get out without problem. Once all of them was outside the cell she closed it to make it less obvious that the man was missing. With a look at the brightblue lighera she started to run on light, silent feets while holding needles in her hand just in case. The animal keept just ahead of her so she could read the animals reaction as to who was aproaching them. As the animal twitched its left ear she sent some needles flying as a corridor melted into the one they were in. *They seem to be expecting some company* she noted in her mind. It took some time for them to get up through the staircase. As Algol raised her headto indicate ally she slowed in a bit and as they came through the last turn of the spiral staircase she nodded to both Dagon and Shadir.




Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - castle/b]

As footsteps was heard he raised his hand with one of his throwingknives but as he spotted the lightblue lighira he lowerd it again. Once the woman was seen and she nodded to them he nodded back. Well they are here so its about time to ditch this place right? As he saw the man on Darims back he feelt his stomach tie into a knot. That ... looks ... sickening.

Darim-23 years old- Dungeon

He nodded to the men that were waiting on them. "Lets not over stay our welcome." He said before craning his head over Shadir. The storm was also disapating. "We need to get going, we wont have cover for long." Though it was the man on his back that drew his attention yet.
"Your just like your father child." The older man said in a faint voice as he gripped Darim's cloak in order to hold on. "A strong leader of a team he never wished to have along."
"Hush now, stave your strength." Darim scolded before looking to the others.

Shadir-

He could tell by the way Dhuka was acting that it was the others that were near. He was nearly out the door already by the time they reached to top of the stairs. The boy was right, the storm was dying down. ****** they needed just a bit more time. He hadn't expected Malik to be in such bad of shape that he himself couldn't walk on his own. Would it be wrong to suggest they leave him? After all they had went through?

Atara - 22(f) - castle

She could see their looks, she understood their consearns without a problem. "Go ahead, Il catch up once I have put on a bit of a show." she said as she dashed of with the lighira next to her. She didnt really leave any room for discussion as she was gone before the sentence had died out. Hert feet moved quickly enoughto take her forward as well as making the banners she passed move softly. Yet the feets were carefull enough to not make a sound. The animals silent communication with her made them make their way efficently and without any unessesary sounds. As they got to the room she had been targeting she stoped, signing for the animal to stay guard while she picked the lock.




Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - castle

He were about to tag after the group as Atara disapeared simply telling them to go ahead. "Guess we have no choice about that now ..." he mumbled before heading out with the others. he made sure to stay in the middle. That way he could help in the front and in the back if needed. Darim was holding the man and Shadir had troubles with his leg to atleast some extent. So by taking the middle he covers both options and can be used the most. He may not take the lead or be the one to come up with complicated plans, but he is practical, strong and reliable. Heck, his wife often called him a mule just to tease him about it. His lovely wife .... if you removed the bruises from the man and removed even more weight you had a pretty good copy of her. After blinking once or twice he left his wife alone even in his mind, focusing once more on the job.

Shadir-47 years old- Dungeon

Dashing out of the tower he started across the village. The guards seemed not to notice they were even there yet save for a few shouts back from the dungeon. If they kept at it there would be free. The horses should be ready at the stable, and there was one for each of them so that wasn't a problem. No the only problem now was the few guards that were running to them now. "Darim, take the roofs. Keep Malik safe at all costs." With that the boy turned from them and took off towards the edge of the village. "You ready for a fight?" Shadir asked Dagon, unsheathing his blade. If it was a fight they wanted then by god that is what they would get.

Darim-23 years old- Dungeon

Careful steps carried him across the roofs as he free ran as best he could with the man on his back. Now was when he started to feel the weight of the man, even if it was dangerous for one his age. Each jump made his legs want to buckle, that was if he managed to jump far enough to make it to the next roof top. Keep Malik safe, by all costs. That was the only think he could think of as he rushed towards the stables. A white horse waited on him, just like his father's. Camel, a faithful steed with the strangest name a horse could have. This was not the steed though, no his father had the stallion with him still, if it was still living. This one would do though for an escape which he did well to take. About a mile from the village he stopped the animal in wait fro the others. If they failed to show then it was he whom would finish the mission.

Atara - 22(f) - castle

As the lock clicked she smiled, quickly walking in through the door with the animal after her. Once in the room she begun to take what she needed out of her pocket. *Dear lord, dont let anyone get caught in it for nothing* she prayed quickly before getting to work. After putting a bit of the powder on the floor she made a trail of it before lightning it on fire and running away. Now they HAVE to get out of here. ANd that quickly!




Dagon Hajjar - 35(m) - castle

He looked up after the boy before smirking a bit. "Now, now ... when have I never been up for a dance?" he asked as he unsheathed his blade while grabbing his sword. His body was tense and every inch of his body prepared to move. As one of the guards were about to move after Darim he made a movement to catch the guard but as out of nowhere the guard simply flew down to the ground, having what looked like a rope around his body. As the dust settled he saw Atara in the middle of the two groups. Knowing that her weapon alone, not to mention the lightblue lighira had told the oponents who she was he slowly backed a step or two, glancing at Shadir. Should they leave it to her fr stalling? SHe is exposed as it is. No need for them to get the same attention, right? With that thought in mind he looked at the young woman again that with a movement had the man she had trapped roll out of Viperas grip, laying on the ground. Cautiously he put a hand on Shadirs shoulder, nodding for them to leave.