FINALE

[mighttakeyours]

[The Gentlemen have claimed their fourth victim. Thus far they have paced themselves rather slowly, but they're starting to notice the residents beginning to rally together. They no longer have the leisure of being so choosy. If they want to collect their seven hearts, they'll need to be quicker about it or they will continue to lose their henchmen. And good help is so hard to find.

But first, they must deliver this heart to their hideout. They would hate for anything to happen to it.

The Gentlemen can be seen gliding along the path from the castle and heading toward town. What remaining minions they have with them hobble behind them. They pay no mind to anyone around them. The heart takes priority until it is safe and secure in the clock tower they have claimed for themselves.

Residents may attempt to trail them... if they dare.]

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Rangers

[sworn]

[For those who have assembled under Anne's banner as her rangers--bonus!Anne included--Vereesa has led them silently toward the town, following their footsteps. She instructs the others to take to higher ground while she continues on foot.]

OTA!

[ensorceler]

[ Anne, surprise surprise, begins on horseback with black skirts and vail flowing and also an uncharacteristic silver breastplate upon her. Any who would recognize it could see it as Vereesa's, but it was a rushed decision. In her own flourish, Anne adds a cape that showcases the Tudor Rose.

Once close enough she dismounts. She is no ranger, or professional archer. It is just a sport to her, but she is well at it, and gone hunting plenty, and here she is able to participate without being on the front lines. She hopes they won't be needed, and that the princess's scream will be plenty. But who is present to relay such a cry of passion and yearning? Anne certainly could, had she the voice, but she is no princess. Did Arya escape, or did Robb keep her at bey? She isn't sure.

For any here, or any other soldiers that pass by, she will share with them her prayers and her touch, whether or not they acknowledge. ]

[mighttakeyours]

[But what if a henchman passes by? How will she regard him? He passes quickly, leaving only a small gust of wind in his trail as he hurries along, not even stopping to regard Anne.]

[ensorceler]

[ The gust makes her turn of course, though when she opens her mouth to scream there is no sound. Instead she readies her shortbow, and though she is used to still targets, she tries her outmust to aim true. Weapons are useless, but they are after all coated with wrapped oil and fire. ]

[mighttakeyours]

[The arrow narrowly misses, but a bit of the flame licks the minion and starts a small fire upon its shoulder. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, it simply carries on.

At least it now serves as a beacon as it heads toward a dark part of the town.]

[ensorceler]

[ In that case she is firing three more, and praying to God they hit. This is surreal. ]

[mighttakeyours]

[The first falls short just behind him, hitting the road and its flame quickly dying. The second strikes him in the center of his back, but he continues to move quickly, his movements only fanning the flame. The third hits as well, and he becomes the brightest torch.]

[sworn]

[That... is not what she was expecting to see. She watches the creature continue on its path, flames illuminating the dark streets, and her brows furrow in confusion. They will stop at nothing, will they?

She gives a quick signal to Anne, who she catches eyes with, and points toward the living torch. She turns to give the same signal to anyone who happens to join her.]

[ensorceler]

[ Squinting, she shakes her head, only because she doesn't understand (STILL ADJUSTING TO THE BATTLEFIELD). Are they meant to follow, or rain more arrows down upon it?

Maybe they can just light up a bunch of minions and draw The Gentlemen away from the stealth team. That would be fabulous...and suicidal. ]