The prisoner is escaping!

[rowan_narrators]

Who: Devorah, Ginny, Cedric, Cherry, the Mother, Evelyn, various NPCs.
What: Rescuing the Mother
Where: the City Center
When: Sunday night/Monday morning

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[rowan_narrators]

Not fucking cool.

Fire was not the kind of weapon he could just throw around and hope he hit something, not with their guys way outnumbering the crazy invisible ninjas in a confined space. Guards were going down without discernible injuries or even impacts, which meant the travelers had to be using majiks, and fuck, what if one of them was Cho? He didn't think she would, after decrying the war so vehemently, but it wasn't like she hadn't fought for the elves before.

Hell above, she had stabbed him in the neck.

Maybe a bright flare - no, invisible people wouldn't cast shadows, and he couldn't make enough smoke or ash to reveal them quickly without choking everyone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wall of fire around the door? Useless if they knocked him out.

Invisible. Why the fuck did they have to be invisible?

[senator_zosima]

She had wanted to sit with the Mother, this last night before the true horrifics began. Zosima had lost two sons and a daughter (her only daughter, her babygirl) to this war, and she liked to believe that even between the direst of enemies, there was space, somewhere in shared grief, for compassion.

But Danze had insisted that the Mother, within the confines of her cell, be left alone, with as few distractions to focus her mind on as possible. Zosima did not fear her, not after growing up with Amber's strong hands squeezing her bones and Eleni's sharp smiles crooning, can't tell Zosie, two against one, they won't believe you. She did not fear her sisters any longer; she did not fear some fifteen-year-old enchantress, and she certainly did not fear the Mother, no matter how dangerous either of them might be. But Royal deferred to Evelyn, and it was a military tactic, his call, and so Zosima kept her vigil here.

Pandemonium. Guards falling and flailing for unseen assailants, Evelyn's head whipping back and forth, not looking with her

[cherry_reyer]

As chaos broke out, Cherry decided she had to make her move. It pained her to see people falling, but she trusted Ginny, at least, not to kill anyone outright if she could help it. Gods, if only she had been so responsible at that age. Hell, if only she could be that responsible now. But, as Cherry spread her wings, she reminded herself that she wouldn't be Cherry Reyer if she ever looked before she leaped.

With a diving swoop, she made for Niko's keys, hoping to thrust her head through the biggest keyring and cleanly make away with the keys. Briefly, she debating transforming back into her humanoid form, if she could, to unlock the cell herself, but she doubted the strength of the spell keeping everyone hidden. She would just have to hope that the Mother was as feisty as Quahl. Okay, maybe feisty wasn't the right word, but Cherry didn't have time to think of a better one.

[cedricinshadows]

Or maybe he couldn't. She could see them without seeing them? The woman from the airship, then, the enchanter. Oh, crap, and there was a woman with a journal, and she was writing God knew what. Cedric was about to knock her out when Ginny beat him to it, blasting the journal out of her hands. She levitated it, quickly, into a spot between them, and made it stop fast, then she sent it careening down the stairs in an arc.

Cedric smiled when he realized that it looked like someone catching it and then throwing it over their head. Smart girl. The soldiers assumed that's where one of them was standing. They attacked empty air and Ginny knocked them each out.

[rowan_narrators]

Psychic backwash -- a deep, paralyzing sensation of grief, with an undercurrent of anger.

Wrong tactic, little enchantress. Devorah had experienced grief before. In fact, she was experiencing it now. It didn't matter; she was better than it. Stronger than it.

Flawlessly, she split her concentration, between mind and body, emotion and combat. The same way she used to fight through pain. And maybe she was a hair slower, when she took out the next few, but it hardly made a difference.

And she slammed the heel of her hand into the enchantress's nose, knocking her head back hard into the wall. Hopefully to stun her.