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Ander leaned back as far as his bindings would permit. It was rather incontinent that his weapons seemed to be missing... Whomever brought them there did well to strip them of their weapons. So they were left to starve, or at the mercy of whomever was coming for them. Steel toe boots, by the sound of the steps.

Ander had closed his eyes as he meditated on the noise. There was nothing much the could do about it, but it helped ease the anxiety if he at least knew what was coming for them.

One could only imagine the kind of person to wear boots like that. Sharp steel toe no doubt for good and painful kicks. The sound of cloth and more clicking, saggy clothing and probably carried a sword. Perhaps a torturer, and they were lucky enough to stumble upon some sick cult!

*CRASH**CRASH**CRASH**CRASH*

The ground shook as the loud crash could be heard just down the hall connecting to this room. The foot steps continued even after the loud noises. Calm, whomever it was must have been unphased by whatever happened in that hallway...

Ander kept his eyes glued to where he figured the noise was coming from. It was impossible to see the door past the pillar, but he still wanted to know when whomever entered the room did.

Black cloak pulled over the person's face, hiding their body. Something was all to familiar about the scene. His teeth clenched as his heart sank to his guts. Something was telling him he had seen this one before, and never under good circumstances.

On the flip side, this person was fine until she realized that once again she would not be able to make it through another temple alone. And this time there were two of them... and both of which she recognized from that same fateful event. One of which, Riot's good friend. Great....

And she couldn't just leave them there. Damn Jury, damn Judge! They loved to make this complicated. How did they get this far in the temple without passing by her anyways.

Nick kept her face for the time being out of sight from the two captives. Bright side, at least it wasn't more imperial soldiers.

Ander glanced back at Marcia. He shook his head slowly. Despite the event occurring a few weeks ago he still could not remember more than a nightmare that night. Nick's face was but an unpleasant memory to him.

He than looked back at the figure just in time to see it withdraw a rather nasty looking dagger. It seemed to be looking back at them, but the angle of the hood still hid her face from them.

Nick held the dagger steady as she debated what to do with the two. She could let them out, but they might attack... and if they did that she would be prompted to attack as well. Seeing as she was the only one with sharp weapons, the fight would be one sided. Than again, Riot wouldn't be happy to find his friend had di- BAH! Nick clenched her teeth.

"And what will you two do if I set you free?" She asked and turned her head so the two could now see more of the glow in her right eye. A silly question, but she wanted to hear their tone toward her first before letting them out.

Nick walked lowered the dagger as she walked over to the duo. Ander's eyes widened as he looked into the woman's eyes. The brought back that nightmare he had during the attack on Ebony's Whisper. Pale white skin, scars, sharp fangs, she looked like some twisted monster from a horror novel. One Ander was most familiar with. Part of him was half expecting the cloaked one to start sucking the blood through his neck. A silly thought, but it was there.

"Get out of here, nothing more." He spoke coldly.

Nick's brows furrowed. Captives to some cruel joke performed by even crueler beings. Friends? Hopefully there wouldn't be any more people to worry about down here. "I see..."

She walked around behind them and looked over the way they were bound. Very tightly. Getting them free meant they might not walk away without at least a small cut from her blade.

If Ander had seen the way they were bound, he could have been able to tell who had tied them

Nick knelt down and begun to work the blade through the thick ropes, first Ander than Macia. She figured she could at least get the bigger parts with the dagger than use her right hand to cut through the rest. Either way Ander and Marcia would receive a shallow cut in their hands.

The claws extended as she worked though the final bit of rope on Marcia. For some reason, hers were tighter than his and harder to work around.

Once their hands were free she moved back around the two and stood before them. She would have loved to continue, but there was the possibility she would set of the door traps all these temples seemed to have. And that would be most unfortunate for the two.

With his hands free Ander begun to work on freeing his feet. The ropes were tight, but he knew how to remove them. Come to think of it, the way there were tied seemed like his own handy work...

Ander looked over to Marcia as she asked her question. He had been ready to untie her feet as well, but saw she had gotten them quite fine on her own. Her hands, however, looked to have taken a bigger beating than his own. It was bugging him why his own hands had not been bound as tightly.

"Here..." Ander removed his shirt and begun to tear strips from it. "Let me see your hands..."

"It is..." Nick glanced from the only exit to the two on the floor. This room wasn't collapsing so a good rest was fine, this would most likely be the only one they got for a while in any case. These two looked like they would need a good breath before starting... Nick had a good idea of what had happened and why there were bound here.

"We will stay close together. Traps are triggered with only the slightest warning." Save for the door traps, those were getting very predictable from Nick's experience with them. "So catch your breath quickly. It would be best not to linger here long."

"Welcome." Ander quickly mended with the shreds that were formerly his shirt. Not a big price to pay, loosing it. Ander felt that the care of companions was far more important than comfort. Part of the reason he was very popular as a gang leader.

Once finished he got to his feet and offed a hand to help Marcia get to her's.

Nick had no intention of making them take the lead. For one she could see perfectly well in the dark, for two she had been through two other temples somewhat similar to this one. Not they would know that... Which reminded her. "It will be dark, take a torch if you wish to see on your own."