Run. Jump. Zig left. Slide.
Silver silently repeated the directions to herself as she moved. Faster, faster, as fast as she could. Now was not the time to stop. Now was not the time to pause. Now was not the time to look like she belonged here. But she did. In her robes and the horrid veil, she looked like one of them. Her ruse, her deception, her act, had suddenly become a dangerous detriment.
How was she supposed to know that this would happen?
Straight. Fast. Dodge. Roll.
The day had started off quiet. Adren had brought her breakfast, with an extra lump of cheese, a smile and a joke to brighten the day. By mid-morning she'd been sat bored out of her skull listening to the sorceress stoke her own ego yet again. How the woman had droned on and on. Silver's interest had only been piqued when she had been shown an old tome; the source of the sorcerers knowledge, apparently. She had just been contemplating how best to liberate the book from its current owners when the alarm sounded.
At first nothing seemed particularly amiss. The sorceress had continued her diatribe unabated. But then another alarm sounded. And another. Adren had entered the wide room, running over to whisper something to the angmarim woman. She had spared only the briefest glance for Silver before departing in haste and Adren had come over to escort his charge to a secure location. That, of course, hadn't happened. Silver had, with only a slight twinge of remorse, knocked the poor lad out, trussed him up and fled with the tome in her clutches.
Over the wall. Around the corner. Shit! Southern exit blocked! Turn around. Back through the fray.
Now, the tome secured in a leather satchel she had found in the room, Silver ran for her life through battling foes. She had no idea who the attackers were, no desire to stop and ask. Some might be Rangers judging from the greens and browns, but anyone could wear such colours. She had no time to worry herself with telling marks or intricate details. She had to get out before her theft was discovered. Clothed as she was, she was currently an enemy to the invading force. Shedding her disguise, however, might well mark her an enemy to all. Chance upon chance, risk upon risk.
Dodge left. Slide under barrier. Up. Run. Jump onto wall. Climb. Run. Careful but fast. Drop.
All around was chaos. Red against green. Black against brown. The screams and yells of the combatants were horrible. Anger, pain, fear and death. Clash, clatter, cling, chime. The sound of steel on steel, steel on flesh, arrows, clubs and bare hands.
Left. Right. Left. Almost there...
She could see the northern exit. She could see her way out. Just a little further. Past this group of adversaries. The blood pounded in her ears. Her breath came sharp and fast. She wanted to panic. She really wanted to panic, but she knew that she could not allow herself that luxury. She had to keep running. She had to get out alive.
Arrows. Duck. Dodge. Run. Around the corner and.... fuck!
Milling a few hundred yards ahead were a group of the trespassers. There was no way around on this narrow path; the lake to one side, cliffs to the other. One spotted her. A shout went up. Several rushed forward to prevent her escape.
Door. In!
