Reaper of the Revolution
Dr. Taylor, or Avery rather, and Cyrus had been about to leave when Avery had decided she needed to grab something down in her lab/cell. Cyrus thought about taking this moment to make a tongue in cheek sort of sexist comment on how women are always take awhile to get ready that he figured would rile her up but thought better of it. There was always time for one of those jokes later, maybe not in the middle of a jail break. That, and he was still reeling from her physical beauty. Attractive in both body and personality, maybe Revolutionary Missions weren't so bad after all. The door had opened up to a small landing and a stone staircase leading downwards. As Cyrus followed Avery down the steps, they opened up to a large cellar-like room the size of several stairs. The furnishings seemed much more comfortable but that wasn't what caught Cyrus's attention. No, he was much more focused on the gears and robotics that hung on the walls, lay strewn across tables and the floor and simply just took over the room entirely, claiming it as their own.
Um...wow.
Oh yeah, sorry for the mess. I don't usually have company so no real reason to pick up. Avery said as she began throwing some gadgets into a backpack she had retrieved from under her bed.
Did you make all this? Cyrus asked, touching a hanging robotic arm. The hand spasmed suddenly, opening and closing.
Well there's a reason the king wanted me and believe it or not it wasn't just for my pretty face. Don't touch anything, they're not all...properly functioning. Now let's go. Avery said, already heading towards the stairs. Cyrus shook his head in disbelief and followed her up.
So what's the plan here exactly? Avery asked as they made their way through the dungeon. They had made it to the outside door and Cyrus creaked it open slowly, peering through the crack in the door to see if anyone was on the other side. Before he could make anything out however, the door was ripped open and Cyrus stood in the door way completely exposed with dozens of armed guards pointing swords, spears and various other weaponry in his direction. Oh, hey there...we got lost?
From the back of the large collection of jailers stood a mountain of a man with a huge metal-spiked club. Well hello there Dr. Taylor, someone's been a bad girl. Looks like I'll have to break your legs this time around. The man's voice bellowed, bouncing off the walls of this particularly large room. Friend of yours? Cyrus asked out of the corner of his mouth towards Avery.
Cyrus meet Alphonse, Alphonse, Cyrus. There, my job here is done.
Pleasure. Guards, kill the man but don't harm the girl. She's mine. The beast of a man said with a dangerous grin.
Honestly, no one ever wants to just talk it out. Cyrus sighed as the first guard lunged towards him, spear point aimed at his throat. Cyrus simply knocked the shaft of the spear away with a quick movement of Crow. In the same motion he drew the hidden blade from his cane and cut the attacking guard down where he stood. The spilling of blood seemed to have a mobilizing effect on the guards as more swords and spears descended upon Cyrus. He knocked them away, countering this way and that, dancing through the fray and leaving a fine trail of crimson blood in his wake. By the time he had made it to the center of the room, at least six more guards lay dead or dying behind him. The few that had managed to touch him had only drawn small scrapes and drops of blood from the speedy swordsman.
Yeah no it's fine, feel free to jump in whenever. Cyrus said to Avery, who still stood in the doorway, but was now rummaging around in her backpack.
When I say duck, duck. Avery called back before pulling out a small metal disc no bigger than her hand. Okay, duck! She called as she tossed the disk towards Cyrus's head. Obeying like the good little dog he was, Cyrus hit the deck. There was a whizzing sound, an escape of air and suddenly Cyrus was covered in fresh, warm blood and joined by several more bodies of jailers on the ground. The disk fell onto his back and Cyrus immediately shooed it off and back away from it, coming back to his feet. What the hell was that woman?
I haven't named it yet, but basically it releases a disk of highly pressurized air that can cut through titanium. Nasty little thing. Relax it only has one use until I can refill it.
Oh good, then it won't be much of a problem to me anymore. Alphonse's voice interrupted Cyrus's train of thought as the swordsman turned just in time to see a massive metal club swinging downwards to crush him. Wind whistled by him as Cyrus rolled to the right, narrowly escaping being turned into a flesh pancake. The ground beneath the club shattered, sending up stone shrapnel, cutting Cyrus's face and exposed skin but otherwise he was relatively unharmed.
Rolling into a crouch, Cyrus assessed the situation, realizing Alphonse wasn't exactly normal size. Instead of attempting to cut him down from head to toe, Cyrus rushed forward and slashed at Alphonse's arm. As he passed by the larger man, resheathing his sword, the sound of the metal club and Alphonse's tree trunk of an arm hitting the ground echoed throughout the room. To Alphonse's credit he didn't scream. A grunt of pain was all Cyrus merited for "disarming" the man. In fact, Alphonse didn't even take a moment to grab the invalid arm in pain, instead he gave Cyrus the backhand of his life, sending the smaller man across the room and into the far wall with a sickening sound. The world spun around Cyrus's head as he tried to maintain consciousness. At a ninety degree angle Alphonse approached, having picked up the club, he did not look pleased. Then, suddenly, there was a flash of blonde and Cyrus felt himself being pulled up and towards the stairs leading back up towards the main part of the castle and away from Alphonse and the remaining jailers. While Cyrus had been dealing with Alphonse and the jailers, Avery had been scattering explosives around the room while everyone else's attention was elsewhere.
Come on, get up! Avery practically screamed at Cyrus as she half dragged, half walked Cyrus up the stairs. Behind them Alphonse had just hit the stairs himself, but that's exactly what Avery had been waiting for. In her hand was a small detonator which she now took the time to press. Where Alphonse had been was now suddenly a massive collection of stone rubble, which covered the large man entirely and most likely crushed him and his fellow jailers within the room. Reaching the top of the stairs, Avery let Cyrus rest against the wall of an empty corridor for a moment.
Okay, now what? I'm just about out of gadgets.
Cyrus took a deep breath before looking at Avery with a smile, Now we call in some friends.
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