Just another stroll around the block.

[Solomon Guidaire]

The two ran to the building before them. Noises could be heard from the inside, and the door could be seen slightly ajar. Sol didn't give himself the chance to back out, now that he was so close. Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and pushed his way through, into the warehouse.

Inside, Sol watched as the red haired man dropped down into a hole in the floor. Didn't look like he'd caught up to Kohle, and the Baron yet, though there were some broken up boxes.

"There he goes Soule. We've almost..." caught up.... Who's that? Sol's steps slowed for a moment as he noticed the girl with golden hair. He watched her as he headed over towards the opening he'd seen that criminal go through, wondering what she was there for and how she'd react. Was she going to try and block them, or...

Sol didn't know, but there wasn't alot of time to spare.

[Kisala]

Kisala chuckled as she heard Endellion tell her to kill herself. "Funny." She muttered to herself. It was a dangerous experience but she enjoyed it, challenging death was fun. She ran her hand through her golden hair. The thief just started to walk towards the hole to follow the killer when she heard footsteps.

"Someone here." She looked behind and found two people coming. Kisala stood in front of the hole which lead to the sewer, blocking their way and watching their movement with her purple eyes as she drew her twin daggers. "You should thank me, Blackheart. You can have fun with your prey." He was interesting person, someone with a dark past and cold heart like her, so she decided to help him a little. Smirking, she raised her head and stared at them with killing intent, gripping her twin daggers in both hands.

Kisala noticed that those two were the people from the duel. "Don't move. Leave this place now and I will pretend to never see you."

[Soule Kains]

"You're the one from the crowd.." Soule said, recognizing her voice, "You think you can take on two people at once? Not to mention the authorities that are coming behind us. You have no room to be giving us orders... Especially contradicting ones, I mean, seriously. You told us to not move, and leave. That's not possible to do at the same time." He smirked back to the chick. If she thought he ran from the previous fight because he was scared, she was severely mistaken. Soule was constantly taking in every conceivable possiblity that could occur from any of his decisions and chose the one that came out with the best circumstances. Unfortunately, not everyone was like him. Some people throw away their lives at the slightest whim. Someone maybe deciding to attack two people stronger than her, attempting to help someone she doesn't know, only to get caught by authorities during the fight.

[Endellion]

Endellion ran through the underground sewers, his feet splashing water with every step as his eyes adjusted to the little amount of light that made its way down here. He paused at every junction, hoping to hear something that indicated the direction of his prey, but to no avail. They were moving fast. Probably not as fast as him but fast enough to get away, at least momentarily, nonetheless.

He couldn't give up just yet, though. He'd probably riled up the authorities enough at this point that have to leave the city for a good month or two to wait for the heat to die down. Might as well not leave empty handed. Besides, that Baron could use a good disembowelment. His slave too. As weak minded and cowardly humans and elves were, most half-elves weren't much better. The disgusting whelps just lied down and took their enslavement like domesticated pets.

Turning another corner, Endellion stopped and paused, listening to the stale air that stagnated in the sewers. He could hear running water, of course, but he could hear something else. It was...footsteps? They were faint, but he could hear their rhythmic splashing. Now he had some idea where to go. Breaking back into a run, the criminal Blackheart grinned. It wouldn't be long now.

[Solomon Guidaire]

Solomon reached up to his shoulder and slid his wooden sword from it's hanger, while he heard Soule giving a few quips to the girl. His weapon, a mode he'd model of an antique style sword was not made of live steel, but it was still made of a good length of hard wood. The girl's weapons though... Sol caught the shine of light glinting off of her daggers. Those were designed for one purpose: to cut things.

He'd not anticipated anyone else being involved. What Soule was saying was true. There were authorities on their way, but there really wasn't any sure way to know when they'd get there. That, and the fact that he'd stopped thinking about how to change plans spurred him on to try and get past her. Unfortunately, she was blocking his way. His heart pounded at the sight of her weapons, his stance felt a little wobbly, but something was taking him over. Lending a strength to him that he would not have otherwise. It even gave him a bit of humor back. "You think she was talking to both of us, Soule? I don't know. I think she was talking to you more." Of course, he was only joking around... What had come over him. Joking when he was in a life or death situation?

"Step aside. You've got no reason to do this." Sol said, speaking towards the golden-haired woman, and circling towards her left. His heart was still pounding, but at least he'd somehow gotten himself under control.

[Kohle]

There he is. Kohle's ear perked up as he heard the heavy footfall of the man tracking them, he ran hard and heavy, it wasn't hard to notice it at all. He wasn't even trying to be stealthy about it anymore, but rather was going full force in a mad attempt to catch the duo before they slipped through his fingers. He was panicked, or at least worried. After an attack like this, the Baron's security is only going to be ramped up and he'd lose his chance to catch him. Kohle really didn't want to fight the half-elf, as if he knew the type like he thought he did, he'd bypass right by Kohle and try to attack the Baron directly. THEN he would turn his sights to Kohle, taking out the weakest link first.

Kohle was confident in his self, in his abilities, but he didn't want to do ANYTHING to risk the Baron's life. This wasn't some silly bandit or sell sword, this was a dangerous criminal.

He swiftly grabbed a hold of Redfield, he was thankful right about now that the needlessly heavy blade the Baron had bought was being delivered and that he'd not carried it out. Otherwise what he was about to do would of been even harder. Small specks and streams of light shined down. On one hand this was dumb and took away valuable escape time, on the other on the streets he is less likely to be as rash. The two were a good deal out of the warehouse district by now, actual soldiers were up there to aide him.

Redfield knew instinctively what Kohle wanted and he clung dearly on to the half-elf's body. With a powerful thrust of the legs, Kohle bolted into the air, the Baron in tow on his back. He grabbed onto a rung of the ladder high up deftly, placing his foot on a lower one. Without a moment to lose he began to quickly scale the ladder, with a powerful thrust of the arm knocking the manhole aside and climbing to the surface... to encounter more then a few surprised people.

[Kisala]

"And you don't have reason to stop him as well. People died everyday, you don't have to save the noble. Life is simple like money, easy to get and easy to lose." Kisala watched as the man with beard told her to step aside. She looked at his eyes. "Don't try to be a hero, they was never exist. Just leave this place like a chicken and you have another day to live." Kisala couldn't understand the concept of justice, especially if a man who said it. Her father was a good example, a greedy and pervert man who left his wife and daughter for another woman. After living as a thief for this 6 years, she had learnt something, evil always win.

She smirked, her eyes still watching their movement. That man was right, she couldn't win against two people at once. And that man with beard, he had a good skill although she could see from his eyes that he never fought for killing. Twirling her daggers, she stepped forward. "It is your last chance. Leave this place now."

[Endellion]

Endellion kept running through the dank, musky sewer chasing after the footsteps. The double rhythm, the pace, the discordance. It was definitely them. He'd kill the Baron, then kill that Khole bodyguard if he put up a fight. No, he'd kill him anyways. He was trash for slaving away for that human. Yes, that would work. How poetic. The half-elf would get to die next to a man who saw him as lower than dirt.

The crimson haired criminal's ears perked up. There was a change in the footsteps. They grew slower and then...stopped. Had they given up? Did one of them collapse? Sprinting ahead, Endellion dashed around a corner to find a ladder leading up into the street. That explained the sudden disappearance of their footsteps. The large half-elf made his way to the ladder and pulled himself up it, not caring much for stealth at this point. Sure, remaining silent and hidden could be useful, however now that Endellion had been spotted there was little point. Besides, where was the fun in it? Collateral damage made things all the more exciting. The news stories would seem boring without a trail blood and crushed bones.

As Endellion made his way to the surface, he began to look around. There were quite a few people up here, so they were probably trying to blend in. The problem with that is that it was hard to blend in when you were wearing a full suit of armor. Spotting the duo, Endellion knocked a few civilians out of his way with a sweep of his arm and began to push through the crowds, quickly closing the distance between himself and Baron Redfield.

[Soule Kains]

"Fine, if the man dies, then his blood shall be on your hands as well." He pointed his hammer directly towards Kisala. [insert theme song] "Hear me! I am Soule Kains of the Kains clan, and my hammer will tip the Scales of Justice in my favor!" He lowered his hammer. "Prepare to be judged." Soule charged forward, and swung his hammer sideways.

[Kisala]

"Big..." Kisala stared at the big hammer as Soule charged towards her. She took a little step backwards to dodge his hammer. Her hair was fluttered by the wind produced by the strong swing of Soule's hammer. She looked at him with puzzled look. "How can you swing this heavy thing?" But she didn't wait for an answer and quickly dashed forward after his attack was missed.

"Slow!" She shouted. Kisala thrust one of her dagger towards Soule's neck while keeping the other one near her chest for the following attack.

Kisala didn't forget Solomon, her eyes still watched him.

[Solomon Guidaire]

It looked like a fight was inevitable. The girl wasn't leaving, and Sol didn't intend to either. Soule made it fairly clear what his intent was. "Hear me! I am Soule Kains of the Kains clan, and my hammer will tip the Scales of Justice in my favor!"

Sol listened from his position, angled slightly off to the side. Laying it on a bit thick, aren't we Soule? When the man swung his hammer, it was like the whole world changed for Sol. He noticed things he could use. A box across the way was balanced wrong, ready to fall off it's stack. A fire extinguisher was hanging on the far side of the warehouse. There was a slightly damaged piece of the floor about twenty feet away, and behind them. Particularly, he noticed that Soule missed, as th woman slipped under his swing. She was closing in with her daggers, but that wasn't all Sol noted.

The larger man's hammer had stopped only a few feet away from Sol, and this too had become a resource for him to use in battle. Gathering his strength, he leapt up, pulling both feet into the air, and lashed out with a double kick on the hammer's head, hurling the weapon back the way it had come in an instantly reversed swing.

Solomon himself, landed on the ground, slightly winded and with bruised knees from the fall, but that was hardly worth being concerned about right now. With a huff, he scrambled back to his feet as quickly as he could.

[Kisala]

If Sol didn't do that amazing midair double kick, Soule would have his neck pierced by Kisala's dagger. The golden haired thief never expected to see the hammer coming back towards her while she didn't have any chance to dodge. It wasn't the right time to kill Soule, that big hammer surely would inflict great damage if she received a direct hit. She crossed her arms to block the impact.

The next second, Kisala's body was sent flying into the air. The impact was great and surely painful, her arms which she used to block the hammer were almost detached from the hinge.

Kisala felt her back crashing against the wall, she managed to prevent her head from banging into the wall by using her other arm to protect her head. But she refused to fall, mustering her strength on her legs, she managed to keep her feet on the ground. Her sight was hazy, and blood began dripping out from her mouth.

"Heh, that was a clever movement, handsome." Kisala was staring at Solomon. Her arms were trembled because of the pain. Coughing blood, she stepped forward with an anger boiling inside her chest. The golden haired thief looked at them for a moment. "But I am only trying to buy time here, Blackheart might have found his target by now." Well, she was here only to give Blackheart enough time to kill the noble.

Fighting two people at once wasn't an easy battle so she had prepared a plan to escape in the beginning of battle. She was waiting for the right time.

[Soule Kains]

Soule was totally amazed by Solomon's attack. Using someone else's momentum to increase an attacks strength, brilliant! "You're right, it is too late to catch up with him now. We can only hope that they safely got away. But in the meantime, let's find something to tie you up with, Miss Accomplice. See anything around, Solomon?" Soule was keeping an eye on the injured thief, just in case she tried to get away, which Soule was sure she would do.

[Solomon Guidaire]

Sol ground his teeth in frustration. They're right. We got too caught up here... Whatever happens, she's won, and I lost.

"Blackheart?" Sol recognized the name. He'd gained a great deal of infamy over the decades. Until about thirty years ago, that is, when he'd seemed to vanish. The history teacher felt his blood chill a bit at remembering the Infamous Blackheart's legend.

"That was Blackheart?" He swallowed and tried to put on a more confident face. "He's a very wanted man. He won't stand a chance.... He'll be caught today."

Sol lowered his wooden sword's tip to the ground. It was really fairly silly to even think of using this thing in battle, but it was what he'd had on hand. He felt even sillier when he remembered his profession. This would certainly stir up his neighborhood. Everyone would be talking about the "schoolteacher-gone-commando", chasing after infamous criminals, and fighting pretty ladies with knives. Ohhh.... I'll never live this down...

"I'll go and look." Sol answered the larger man. There was what looked to be a utility closet not far away, so Solomon grudgingly turned away to start looking through it. He got there, and found it locked up. In the end, he decided that he'd not broken anything so far, and he didn't want to start now.

"It's locked Soule. I'm not really planning on breaking someone else's property." Gosh, we're already in deep enough as it is.

They'd just have to keep an eye on her. What had she done? What had they done? His mind was still spinning from adrenaline while he tried to sort everything out.

[Kisala]

Kisala heard sound of footsteps. "Twenty...no, probably thirty." Kisala had a meaningful smile on her face as she stared to the two guys. She searched her robe which she had thrown away when she was confronting Endellion. The golden haired thief found it on the floor, she took it and wore it quickly. "A injured woman or a man and a half elf. I want to know which one the guards will believe." Well, maybe everyone already knew the answer. Those footsteps must belong to the guards who came behind them. Kisala wore the hood to hide her golden hair, she wouldn't take a risk the guards recognized her. Then, after she saw the guards coming, she hided her daggers inside her cloth and dashed towards them. "Help! Somebody, please help me! Those two tried to kill me."

The twenty five guards entered the building after they got a report about the ruckus in the duel arena. "What is going on here?" The captain only saw destroyed boxes everywhere, then he turned to see a woman running towards him. He stumbled when she hugged him. "What the...What is going on here?" Then he looked at her face and noticed blood dripping out from her mouth. "Captain, over there!" One of the guards spotted two men, one of them definitely was a half elf. His eyes narrowed at the sight of half elf and his big hammer. "I understand now. Take her to a safe place."

"This way." A guard took Kisala hand, then she followed him leave the building. She turned and winked to Solomon and Soule before disappearing behind the corner.