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Frederick scouted the building from an Alley. It appeared empty. Though magic emanated from it like a light house. "I wish I knew more about magic. I just have to trust my instincts." He would then find a large ladder nearby on another building. Climbing up it onto the next building. He would jump across the roofs until he got onto The Farmers Market building. He would look at the door on the top of the building. More like a trap door for emergency exits. "Looks like this will have to be my entry point." He investigated the trap door. Magic in it was only for a simple lock and alarm spell. He looked across the roof. Grinning. Noticing a weak spot in it. "That is what you get for not maintaining your building." He would take out his hatchet. Cutting it open It would hinge open. "Perfect..." He said as he looked to alarm spell. It didn't change, so he assumed it was still active. He would drop down into the building.

He would draw his blade instantly seemingly. He would lunge to the left one. Swinging his sword upwards. Cutting into the leather. Grinding on the inside of their armor. Ripping the mans arm clean off. He would then stop and pivot to face the right one. Kicking the injured one into the other. Stabbing his sword into the floor boards. He grabbed his hatchet. Throwing them into the skulls of two more. Taking his Dwarven War Hammer. He would look back to the other fighter that had charged him. He seemed to be struggling to get his sword out of his companion. He would jump towards him and crush his skull with the blunt side of the war hammer. Pulling his sword out of the ground. The last one charged him. He would parry the sword to his left. Which was his sword arm. Simply stabbing the hammer into the other mans throat. The man would drop his weapon and stumble back from sheer pain. Frederick would follow up with a swift stab to the throat as well. Once he pulled out his sword. He would pick up his bloodied weapons and jump down the stairs. Heading into the main room. His two weapons drawn already. Avoiding any traps if they we're detected.

He would duck under the first swing from the chain. He drew out his dagger. Staring intently into the flames as he was forced to step back from the flames. Then jumping over to ball again he would see the mages tall hat over the flame. Following it down he stared at the flap. Crouching under the ball again he would throw the dagger in the center of the flap. He hoped that it would finish this mage off quickly so that he could engage the man in close quarters.

He would hear the noises at the stairs. "Comon you tub of lard..." He would jump back onto the stairs. "Your going to have to move faster than that!" He would pull out his hatchet and his sword. Running towards the man when he was in mid swing. He would slide on the boards. Swinging the hatchet through his lower leggings into his... unmentionables. Watching the man keel over and stopping himself from going into the flames. He would pull the axe out. Getting some rather uncomfortable screams of pain as the big man fell onto his knees and chest. "Sorry to have to do this to ya." He would stick the blade down his back to follow his spine. Which would kill him instantly...

After drawing his hatchet and sword back. Jumping through the dying flames to pick up his dagger. He would look around to the stair case that he heard the noise from. Heading down them. He kept a reasonable pace. Enough so that he could stop in an instant if he saw a magical trap.

He would skip the steps that we're charmed. Jumping down the steep steps. If he thought he was going to step on a trap. He would place his hands and feet on the wall to get a better spot. As he did all this. He would keep looking back and hoping that no archers wouldn't show up while he was on his descent.

He took the dagger. "I'm going to miss you little guy..." He said as he would throw it at the first ones feet. Hoping that it would trigger the trap under him and burn him alive. "I just hope that doesn't trigger the other steps..."

"Oh boy..." He said as he would skip down the stairs. No time to look back. He grabbed his hatchet as he strode down the stairs. Hoping that he could rush who ever was at the bottom.

He would feint both his step and and his wide swing. Leaving an false crack in his attack. The guard would thrust forward trying to stab him.

Frederick would bring his axe like a hook. Grasping the blade with the handle as he smashed his elbow into the guard's helmet.

The guards helmet would spin slightly as he stumbled back. His weapon falling out of the axe. He turned to look to Frederick...

Only to give him an axe to his face. Pulling the hatchet out. He would grab the body and throw it on a bunch of traps; before turning back and heading down towards the echoes. His hatchet drawn. He now pulled out his hammer.