The dwarf charged on, as fast as his short legs would carry him. “By Thunder! MORE RUNNING!? You humans have much to learn of battle -yer supposed to stand yer ground!” Yes, by charging after a fleeing foe one did set themselves up fine for running into a trap, and with that in mind he was glad he wasn’t going to be the first to round the corner. “Watch for that next bolt he was loading!” he calls out to his companions ahead.
Miklos panted as he tried to keep up with the dwarf, he wasn’t cut out for exercise! The sweat crept into his eyes but he barrelled on nonetheless.
Maruc wondered how long it would take to recock a crossbow. He was thankful that he wasn’t a longbowman. They can keep two arrows in the air at a time! Still he was impressed at Feldards turn of speed. But Miklos seemed to be as determined as he, and Maruc wasn’t about to be outdone by a mage.
Maruc had lost Nicolai in the crowd and he almost gave up trying the keep pace the the lightly shod elf, who sped down the alleyway after the man, a predatory smile creeping onto her face. She struggled to pull her sword from it’s sheath, but gave up–this wasn’t going to be happening at a run. If he was cornered, it would be a dagger in her hand.
Not that bringing him to heel was what she hoped for–while she stayed on the crossbowman’s heels, she wasn’t about to stop him, not as long as he was guiding the companions toward his lair.
Nicolai was in the lead and accellerated after him around the corner. Three more Veiled Society crossbowmen were waiting for him about thirty feet down the street. They each fired a bolt towards the charging footpad. One of the arrows pierced into Nicolai’s side.
As the others rounded the corner, lead by Saeth, the four hoods took off down another street. They were only about thirty feet ahead of the group.