Redd's gears were turning, thinking on how to best dispose of those guards. After half a minute, Redd's face turned from contemplative to a crooked smile. He stood up. "I have a plan, if everyone is willing. They won't even see it coming."
Redd continued. "Judah can offers us the perfect distraction. Nothing like a few explosions and smoke to set the mood." Redd turned around and pointed towards Rafiq. "And you..., Rafiq, right? How hard can you push things? I assume hard enough to throw a dozen rocks at them?"
Rafiq nodded, not even needing to think about this, "Oh yes, easily." He paused for a moment, "As long as they don't go off before I push them." He chuckled, believing the chance to be small. It could've been foolish to trust a guy he'd never so much as seen before, but it wasn't going to help anybody to be distrusting right now.
"Excellent. Then it's settled?" Redd turned to Quint and Judah to await their reply.
"It'll do," Quint said matter-of-factly. "I suppose it's the best plan we can hope for under the circumstances."
Judah was slightly conflicted. While he realised that this plan was necessary for their escape and refusing because it lead to more deaths would make him look foolish, it still didn't feel right to facilitate the deaths of others, even if they were bandits. It didn't take long for him to decide upon doing it. He gave a look of slight sorrow to Josslyn, like a non-verbal apology.
"As long as you give me some time to prepare, sealing can take a little bit..." Judah replied quietly.
Looking a little worn down, Garret asks, "You lads mind if I sit this one out? I'm... not feeling my best. I think I've use my second sight one too many times."
Redd looked at Garret, he seemed a bit... tired, to say the least. 'Ah, so there is a limit to that power, interesting'.
Redd's curiosity soon faded into a more practical mood. "Damn. I was about to ask for more information on the guards in the room. But don't worry, they're basically already dead and there isn't much risk left in this endeavour if we do it right."
"Just... give me a minute. I've been casting around since I got here."
"If we're to escape this place, this is the least threat we'll face. We'll soon have to deal with risk." Redd's thoughts wandered, he started thinking about the incredible force that Garret felt. 'We need to evade him at all costs.' Redd still didn't knew if he was fully committed to this, but he wasn't nearly at the turning point, his actions still had excuse. 'No reason to hold back then.'
He looks to Josslyn. "Don't worry, lass. I'll be able to tell you where to tear down that wall. I just... I need to sit down." He slumps down on the floor, his exhaustion clearly growing.
Quint looked to Judah. "You might want to hurry up with those rocks, the seer's not looking too good over here."
"Don't force yourself too much there, Garret, or you'll become a liability to us later" Redd said this slightly menacingly while toying with the shortsword, pausing for effect. "I'm only kidding. Though I'm not really keen on dragging you out of this prison myself."
Judah looked at Quint, tried to maintain a neutral expression, succeeded for the most part, then silently got to work on picking up and sealing rocks, then throwing them to Rafiq (after alerting him).
As each of the sealed rocks came his way Rafiq caught them, silently cursing whenever he almost dropped one, before carefully managed each one as if they would go up then and there. He shared the stones between his hands, 6 in his left and 6 in his right; spreading the shot out would be better than accurate sharpshooting here. "Alright. Ready with the stones."
Josslyn examined Quint. "Alright, seer. What should I do?"
"Wait, I believe" said Judah.
"Listen to your guardian, Lass." Garret continued. "We've got no need to do anything too risky."
Redd gestured to Quint to go together to the door. "Let's be as silent as possible until we reach their room."
"I can do that." Quint unsheathed his claws and followed Redd through the door.
Redd turned around slightly as he exited the room and signalled Rafiq and Judah to follow to him to the room in which the guards were located.
Rafiq helped by Judah carried the rocks to the door. Rafiq said whispering, but clearly "Stand aside after opening the door, you don't want to get in the way of this." Rafiq started concentrating and channelling his powers. The rocks slowly left the ground and remained in levitation, slightly swaying in front of Rafiq. He was ready to bombard the guards as soon as the door was opened.
Quint carefully pushed the door open a crack, then, ducking out of the way he slammed it completely open. Before the guards had sufficient time to react, Rafiq began launching the loaded rocks at them. In an act of impressing coordination Judah detonated the rocks shortly after or before the rocks hit. Judah quickly retreated back into the prison, not wanting to see the blood shed that would surely ensue. Josslyn follows Judah, trying to stay at the back of the group and near her protector.
As the rocks exploded, the propelled stone collided with bone and armour, putting dents when meeting armour and shattering when meeting bone. It surely wasn't enough to kill the guards, but they were stunned and a few incapacitated. The explosions and disintegrating rocks produced a lot of dust and smoke, an excellent cover from which Quint and Redd could strike.
Without waiting for Redd Quint dashed inside, leaping at the first guard he saw with claws ready. The guard noticed him at the last second, but as he opened his mouth to speak Quint's claws stabbed through his exposed throat. The bandit reached for the sword at his belt but was unable to pull it from his sheathe before he collapsed with a pained gurgling sound.
Following Quint's lead, Redd darted through the smoke with speed bordering on the inhuman. The guards reactions were terribly slow to him. 'This is almost too easy' Redd thought. He swang his shortsword horizontally slicing a guard's throat before he could react. Blood started quickly gushing through the wound. Redd kicked the soon to be dead guard into another guard behind him in order to keep him busy, then sprinted to the next.
Quint paused for a moment over his first victim. Some part of him wanted to finish the fallen bandit, make sure he was dead, but he knew that was too far. 'There are others' he thought. His struggle was interrupted by an incredible pain in his side. Looking down, Quint saw a dagger buried in his left side, held by a grinning guard. All inhibitions left him.
With a snarl, Quint grabbed the bandit and bit down on his forearm. Muscle tore, bone crunched and the guard screamed, but he didn't care. Tearing away the flesh and swallowing it, Quint kicked the guard to the ground, then pounced on top of him and tore out his throat with his teeth. Blood was everywhere, but he didn't notice the pain any more and the screaming had stopped.
Redd heard the horrible screams and noises from Quint and his victims, but he didn't have time to pay much attention to that. The next guard that Redd targeted actually had time to ready himself. Redd dashed towards him and put his forearm underneath the guard's hand just as he was about to swing vertically slowing the sword's descent long enough so that Redd could stab the guard. The arm when raised would reveal a part unprotected by armour, Redd's sword went into the guard's armpit, permanently stopping his swing. Redd then dislodged the sword from there and proceeded to cutting his throat.
As Redd dispatched his guards Quint was reigning himself in. The blood tasted both delicious and wretched at the same time, and he didn't want to look at what he had just done to the bandit. Another snarl was about to escape his lips, but he held it back, he could not let this continue, not now. Killing had sent him into a frenzy, but, with a great deal of effort, he was able to control the blood-lust, channelling it into a more controlled form of aggression. Quint stood slowly, ignoring the pain in his side. He saw the bandit in front of him, clearly terrified at what he had just seen, he had dropped his weapon and was now clutching a holy idol and rapidly praying. Quint retracted his claws and pulled the dagger from his side with a grunt, slowly walking towards the bandit. He spit the remaining blood from his mouth and raised the dagger. "Fuck your gods" he said, moments before plunging the dagger through the eye of the trembling, incoherent man.
After a few seconds of bleeding out, the dead guard laid at Redd's feet. One of his friends lost his temper and charged head first wanting to impale Redd on his sword. Redd narrowly evaded him by sidestepping then turned around to slice the back of the guard's neck. The guard wasn't nearly finished from that, he fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the stinging pain. He instinctively moved his hand to cover the wound, scrambling to regain his composure. Redd walked up close to him, grabbed his hand and with no discernible facial expression except indifference, plunged his shortsword straight into his neck, robbing the guard of his life. Redd removed the sword from the guard's body. As he did so, the sound of flesh being ravaged by steel was clearly audible, a horrible sound, but one that Redd was accustomed to. After all, this was his profession for the past years, there is no room for emotion in these situations, there is no time.
Redd looked around the room. All the guards were dead. He quickly left the battle trance he would often enter when time compressed. Regaining emotional awareness he looked at Quint's handiwork then moved his gaze to Quint himself. He was obviously hurt. But there was something wrong beyond that, Quint was a bit too excited, only now calming down. Perhaps he is the type that loses himself in battle, Redd wondered. 'It wouldn't be very surprising considering his... powers. It seems he managed to remain in control for now.'
"Damn, are you okay? That wound looks nasty. Let's see if there's anything we can make a bandage or something with..."
"No, it's nothing, I'll be--" Quint began before catching himself. "Sure, if you find anything that would be great." He wiped the blood from his mouth. Quint knew most of the others wouldn't like what he had done, but at least Redd seemed to understand to some extent.
Redd scrambled to find a suitable cloth, but the only thing usable were the tunics underneath the soldier's cuirasses. He started removing them and cutting the tunics into something that could be used as a bandage.
"Hold still." Redd began bandaging Quint along his torso, covering the back wound. "Damn it, I'm not a physician, but it should help a bit." Redd let out a short chuckle. "Hah, all these amazing powers and we don't even have one of those healers of myth..." Redd finished up on the bandaging. "There, done. We'll have to treat that wound properly sooner or later."