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As the two eventually found themselves at King Landing, Rúna was shocked by the sheer architecture and design here. They stood outside the palace itself, standing on dirt and grass on the very cliff edge the building was built upon. Aside from being noticeably windier up here, the militia was almost in ruins and confusion. Many men wandering where the opposition had got to without even seeing them. Behind all these frustrated soldiers were the King's Palace, standing tall and proud with polished stone of gold, black, silver and blue. The entrance was grand and the giant arching entryway seem littered with bits and pieces from the corps.

'Hold it right there' came a voice from beside Makovi and Rúna. Turning her head she found a heavily armoured chief. 'This area is off limits to the public until further notice' he explained in an almost respectable tone. Great, now it was going to be hard to see what actually happened. Well, they obviously weren't doing their job very well, everyone sounded like the criminal just... vanished. On another note, she was surprised and almost happy that Makovi followed. Though she usually liked to work alone, Makovi was her aid in finding the way here. Sighing, she tried to think of a way around this.

Whilst in the midst of her own thought, she looked over her should when she heard Makovi deploying a cunning plan. How did he manage to get that? she thought, and then gave a grin as she realised they might actually be able to get inside. The chief however recomposed himself and 'uhm' he said, moving his lips and tongue as he blubbered out 'well, yes. Of coarse... Head er.... straight in, im almost certain the sneaky criminal got inside whilst blinding us all in darkness! beware!'. He was holding a rifle, but then as he went to lean on it with his shoulder, other hand wiping his forehead. The barrel shifted and rotated and became a much simpler pole as a cylinder scraped upwards towards his elbow and at the bottom two blades shot out like a dual-sided axe.

Runa raised a brow at the change in weapon formation, something to do with the corps she gathered. Looking back at Makovi she hadn't seen a change in him but she did give him a gesture as she quickly made her way through the other soldiers. She did hear the odd whisper of confusion now and then, and one about herself and Makovi before giving them a mean, hardened stare. Standing near the entrance there was a few people running out now and then. 'Shadows!' one woman tried to shout in peril, 'The shadows move!'. Staring inside her expression probably showed her own thoughts of confusion now, but she asked Makovi 'scared of the dark?'. She being serious, it was more of a rhetorical question.

Watching as a tendril of darkness seemed to have a mind of it's own, Rúna waited for a good time to act. She hadn't the slightest clue what this form of magic was... though all that spoke to her was the Underworld. The realm of darkness, where the dead lay to rest whom have not earned themselves to live a second time. The Underworld to Rúna's knowledge was not a place of the damned, but was where most dead lie, and the Heavens only took those, apparently, that would either become an angel or be kept alive for a second life to defend the world. But she never paid that much attention to those types of classes. But one thing she did know, the Underworld was also the source of pure evil and corruption, though less destructive than Hell.

'I don't know' she said to his first statement, she readied herself with her fists before her, knees bent. she could make out his electrical power living through him, and even the little light given off by that made the shadows move away. 'We go inside...' she began 'And find the source of the problem. Besides, whatever it is in there, it's ruining my day.'

She didn't give much time as she draw a giant circle before her made of a light blue misty magic. From the outer ring descended great patterns that smashed int eh center and released a flurry of magical orbs that races into the building lighting up their way. She then nodded to Makovi and swiftly made her way inside. Meanwhile, that one tendril of darkness turned into a human-like form as a dark clothed man stood beside it. Their feet joined together as the shadow figure became a 2-D image on the ground, his shadow. He was following behind them, but being very quiet and hiding in the shadows, sometimes even vanishing completely in the shadows.

Now standing inside the building, she felt a little bit more at home seeing more intricate architecture. It weren't the same as home but was more homely than the rest of Asmodius. Though she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't alone, aside from Makovi. It was like something lurked in the darkness. 'I think that anything else would be more to worry about' she replied. Shadows being a means of hiding was one thing... but what else could it be. She didn't quite feel up to fighting the Underworld today.

As the two examined the area, Rúna couldn't help but look down the monumental gap, the giant crevice that led deep down into the ground. Down there was the bastille, and hopefully they won't be going their either. Then Rúna looked across the way and saw something move, there! A man in black was doing something to one of the pillars, 'Makovi!' she quickly shouted to grab his attention, she tried to gesture in the direction but her stupidity of standing beside a shadow meant that another man in black robes appeared from the nothingness. With a walloping blow delivered to her chest she was thrown across the room passed Makovi. The shadowy man that was following them was trying his best to stop them from reaching the other it would seem. The man then tightened his gloves as he got ready in a stance. Rúna, however, was not one to be happy at being the damsel.

After opening her eyes it came to be that Rúna was behind Makovi and on the floor, he was however getting closer to the man with a rather sonic looking chain. She could only guess he had some speed or something electrifying, giving her inspections of him. The shadowy man however kept watching closely and waited for a good moment, just as Makovi was. He then inched his foot against the edge, were the great divide is within the palace that leads down deep, deep down into the mountain, where at the bottom is the Bastille. He looked up again and before Makovi could get a chance he crossed his arms and dropped backwards down the hole. Rúna was now by his side, puffing from having to run over and looked over the edge. It seemed pretty deep, probably not worth thinking about she thought. Rúna now turned her attention towards the other man at the pillar, she didn't know what he was doing but that pillar wasn't looking too good, especially with dark, festering runes appearing up it.

'jump' she said, twirling his finger tips in elegant mannerisms. Slithers of magic left her tips and formed platforms on the gap between themselves and the last man. She then jumped onto one of the platforms, and the magic of the floor now beneath her gave her a quick boost in the direction of the man to get there more quickly.

Rushing over the floor she came to a quick stop, readying herself again however she found herself staring at the rolling figure of Makovi rushing past. The shadowmancer was however still trying to rush his techniques on the pillar as curses and symbols grew further and deeper into the pillar's core. Seeing where the situation could become on the dark side for Makovi she quickly drew a light circle of magic that shot off 5 magic missiles to distract the shadowmancer whilst Makovi gained his balance. 'I'll keep him down!' she said, letting Makovi take over from here by ordering her missiles to try and hold the man's limbs in place. The shadowmancer then struggled to move but his arms and legs wouldn't budge.

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As the male was made unable to move, Makovi took the chance to stop the squirming shadowmancer, threatening him with his own magic no doubt. It then seemed to turn silent and Rúna let down her magic on the man. She turned round and looked from Makovi to the other end of the great cascade they were standing in. Where is... she thought, the other shadowmancer in the darkness of her mind. Rúna was about to turn away, taking some breathe in for the moment of calmness that resolved, but as she did a great shadowy hand the side of a car grasped a hold of the edge that eagerly awaited the prisoners of the Bastille. Then another! It grabbed the edge and with slick motion and brought the rest of its body upwards. From the darkness of the depths below them, the other shadowmancer had summoned forth a being of the Underworld itself, but he had tamed it, made it his own great shadow. It was a giant torso now revealing itself, with a dark mass for a head, great arms and fists and now doubt legs resided below too.

Rúna began gawping, it was like nothing she have expected in a place like this! This was magic beyond her own knowledge. In the chest of the being was what seemed a purple, glowing ankh that had a line passing vertically down through the top ring. It was like an ankh overlapping a holy cross. '...uhm' Rúna mumbled, looking up at the things head that already stood one story taller than themselves, and this was with half of its body still below the ground level. For now, she hoped it would stay put. 'Got any great idea's sparky?' Rúna then asked, probably not the best time for a nick name but she wasn't joking either.