The warm wash of the magic over him can't chill him more than the sight of the little bodies in that cage. He almost wishes he believed in gods the way the elves and humans do, so that he could have someone to pray to, to beg that some creator would take this memory away from their young minds. Maybe the youngest will be spared it; the oldest, though--
Sina's sob pierces his heart, and before she can fall to her knees completely, he places a hand on her shoulder and promises her, "We're getting them out--we're taking them home."
"Leave him alive, Kit."
His answer is a strained noise of assent. Then he turns and heads for the warehouse door, strides both swift and silent. He doesn't reach for the axes on his shoulders, though realistically, if he needed to kill a man, he could do it with his bare hands. The door is closed; Kit knows the likelihood of making his ambush effective is up to chance as much as it is timing. He goes still, squinting, and turns his good ear on the door to try and listen for the guard's subtle movements at his post. He waits, waits for the moment the man settles himself further into his seat on the stoop--
--then Kit slips through the door, and in an instant has his arm secure around the guard's neck, hauling him quickly back into the shadows of the alleyway.
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Sina's sob pierces his heart, and before she can fall to her knees completely, he places a hand on her shoulder and promises her, "We're getting them out--we're taking them home."
"Leave him alive, Kit."
His answer is a strained noise of assent. Then he turns and heads for the warehouse door, strides both swift and silent. He doesn't reach for the axes on his shoulders, though realistically, if he needed to kill a man, he could do it with his bare hands. The door is closed; Kit knows the likelihood of making his ambush effective is up to chance as much as it is timing. He goes still, squinting, and turns his good ear on the door to try and listen for the guard's subtle movements at his post. He waits, waits for the moment the man settles himself further into his seat on the stoop--
--then Kit slips through the door, and in an instant has his arm secure around the guard's neck, hauling him quickly back into the shadows of the alleyway.