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Frederick would hop off his mount. Slapping it in the rear to get it to go home. Watching his horse run home. He would fix his wizards hat. "Let's get down to business..." He would start from the top of the cliff. Climbing down to the roof of the building. Once he was on top. He would look down to see if their was any guards. He hadn't seen any from either views before. He hoped to see something now. ((Naturally assume I am using the headdress to avoid traps XD))

He looked around carefully. He hoped that their would be some kind of window that he could use to see through the roof. Or even a massive pipe system to get into.

He would draw out his Hatchet. Grabbing the edge. He would slide his boots down. Placing his hatchet on the windows top edge. Planting his feet. He would wipe a small hole. Looking down to see the woman. He looked for magical energies before looking for a way down. He didn't bring anything else... and it seems like a trap for him. Though he doubted that they expected him so soon. He rubbed his eyes. He would look for another way down. An old factory might have some chains hanging down or some emergency exit.

Everything seemed... off. He knew that General Vixen would have less men. Though only three? It couldn't be right. Not only that, but their wasn't a single magical ward on anything. He also noticed she was the only one in the room. Their wasn't any others in this place. Meaning that their was no way he was transporting victims. Things slowly fell into place for him. I can't go in... not alone. He would think to himself. Climbing back up to the roof. He would climb the cliff side. Once he was at the top. He would wait for the squads to arrive and inform them of the trap laid out for them.

He gripped his hand when he felt the arrow graze him. He looked back to the charging men. He groaned. The trap was meant for him. He drew the sword from his side. Sheath in his hand. He waited for them to come close. "Fire!" He yelled as he whipped the blade from his sheath. Fire spewing at them like a weak flame. Burning them across the eyes. He hoped that it would blind them for the quick finish. The Flame Sword in his Main hand and sheath in the other. He would rapidly stab them all while blinded by his flames. Once he rapidly dealt with that small crowd. He panted. Using that much strength in one moment was tough. He took a deep breath and regained his composure. Looking around to see if their was any more enemies.

Frederick saw the men coming, Finally. He would look to the wall of fire. "I have to save Rowan. She won't survive long in the flames like this." He would charge towards the soldiers. He would spin to his right. Shoving any weapons out of the way with the sheath of his sword. When they stumbled to his right slightly. Then he would take a mighty swing. Striking them all in their necks or chins. Cutting them cleanly and cauterizing with the flames on it, or sending flames down their throats and sealing their mouths. Either way, he would run past them. Running towards the flames. He would charge towards rowans direction. The flame barrier mentioned before would rise from his sword. Though he would make great haste. Who knew how long this weapon would last.

Frederick would rush towards Rowan. Then a swirling darkness would appear in front of him. Which forced him to block some of them with his blade. Pushing them back. He stood up to look at the shadows.

A tall figure would rise from the shadows. His form massive in comparison to Fredericks. A large battle axe drawn from his cloak. He glared at Frederick. "So it's been you the whole time! I've always suspected you, but I never could be certain until now!" He spoke darkly as he would swing his axe over his shoulder. "I thought that the traps I laid before would have killed you, but you've been so resourceful as of late. Determined one could say."

Frederick would pant as he looked to him. "General Vixen... I always knew it was you..."

He would laugh. "Of course! I guess you thought I was dead until now. I bet you already know my plans, but I'll elude to you the actions I have already committed. Since you won't live past now..." He would step back to Rowan. Grabbing her chin. "I knew that the magicians would expect a chain of victims to start within the group. So I dealt with them through more mundane ways. Poison to be precise. They should be laying in their beds unconscious by now. Dead in only a few hours. Then I realized a foreigner meeting with a ring master and I assumed it was you meeting with her. It didn't take me much to lure her out of that temple. You know how I did that of course..." He would look to frederick now. Throwing Rowan onto the ground closer to the flames. "Now all I need is the Assassins Mirror to complete my goals! Then I too will become king! Then no one can stop me!"

Frederick would growl. "You'll still have to beat me first!" He would charge towards him. Swinging his sword. Both of their weapons would clash.

"You always had one thing over me. Martial skill, but this time. I will have numbers on my side!"

Frederick would feel a presence behind him. He glanced back to see another Vixen! That very vixen would slash his heavy axe at him. Frederick would let go of the clash. Rolling towards Rowan. The illusions would clobber each other and poof in smoke. "They we're fakes!?" He said as he looked to Rowan beside him. He would sheath his sword...

General Vixen would summon clones of himself on the port. Nearly 100 illusions waited to lay waste to the invaders.