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For the time being, Elya slid into the alleyway with Ji and sat against the wall. The breeze filtered through this place like a wind tunnel: she took off her jacket to let it cool off all the sweat and nervousness. The anticipation of such a fight was never one she could truly push away.

"If you can get any, yes."

"Get what you can. I'll stay here with Ji and keep tabs on them." Elya thought for a moment, then sighed. "You wouldn't happen to have any comlinks, would you?" She'd lost hers years ago.

Elya scanned the area with a quick burst of Mystic power. The Reapers were watching for sure, but just lying in wait for now. "Maybe..." She muttered, then turned to John. "Alright. We have... I'd say three hours."

"If anyone leaves now, they won't be coming back. They're assassins, not mercenaries. And as long as they can keep eyes on us, we won't be safe anywhere."

"She already does." Elya replied, glancing at the network of alleyways. "But there isn't anything much they can do now other than fight back."

"We've already healed Ji, so we don't have to worry about that anymore. As for not fighting..." Elya whipped out her sword, gripping the hilt and feeling the metal cry out with a familiar ring. "Well... I lied."

"We can't. They know exactly where we are and exactly where we're going. The longer we wait, the longer their odds increase."

Elya released a relieved sigh, standing up with him limp in her arms. "Alright; that's that taken care of. But we aren't done yet." She spent the next few minutes tucking Ji away into a small alleyway, bundling his sweater under his head as a pillow. It was warm enough that he'd be fine like that for a few hours. Checking one last time to make sure he'd be fine, Elya left the alleyway and looked back around at the group. "Now we have some Mystics to kill." @Frustration @xinoehp512 @Tani @DramaQueen @Doomslug The Destroyer

"Just rest for now, please, if you can." Elya let go of him, then knelt down to pick him back up. Elya handed it to her.

"Alright. Then you'll have to wait here while we take care of those Reapers." "I'm planning on it," Elya replied.

"Well..." Yes. Elya swallowed, steadying her breathing. "Can you stand?"

Elya grabbed him into an embrace, taking deep, panting breaths of relief. "Oh, lights... you're okay."

Elya ran to Ji, dropped to her knees, then uncorked the vial. She pulled his mouth open and dribbled in the contents, then held it back shut and covered up his nostrils. Holding a hand to his throat, she tried in vain to steady her breathing. "Come on, come on, come on..."

"Alright!" Elya shouted. "Just do it! We'll stop revolting against the Pacis."

"What's holding you to your word?" Elya demanded. Her eyes flickered between Ji and the vial.

"Give it here," she growled, "and I won't kill you."

Wasting no time, Elya darted forwards and kept attacking. Even if this Mystic could keep warping about, she wasn't so invulnerable as it might seem. Elya hacked and slashed dozens of times in just moments, pressing the girl back.

Elya shouted--almost screamed--in anger. She slashed upwards and across the girl, eyes turning down into a deep glare.

Elya grit her teeth. "Do it." She said. "Heal him."

Elya whipped out her sword, staring down the girl and falling into a stance. "If you even try to break that," she warned, "then you'd be dead in instants."

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"The Reapers are covert assassins. They're organized, careful, and thorough. And there's no way that they haven't found us yet, which means that they have to be..." She let out a breath. "Right out there." Elya ran some statistics through her head, then puffed and gripped the hilt of her sword. They wouldn't have told the Pacis their location yet: that would add too many contingencies. Assassinations worked best when there wasn't a trace left behind--including any potential interrogations. To keep things clean, the Reapers wouldn't take any liberties. "We have to kill them. All of them: here and now." @Mystic Syn @Frustration