"Oof!"
Meerior tumbled through the window, rolling as she hit the ground and quickly getting to her feet. The guards had her surrounded before she even had the chance to do anything. They trained their weapons on her, and she laughed.
"Hello!" she grinned at them. Then she muttered something under her breath.
"Hey! What're you doing?" one of the guards snapped, stepping closer to her.
There was silence for a moment, then Meerior sighed. "I just asked a friend of mine to help me out, he's a demon, but he must be busy."
The guards glanced at each other, she was crazy! People weren't just friends with demons. . . Though this was Zantaric.
"Alright, you're coming with us." The guard grabbed her arm, and she shrugged.
"Oh well," she said. "I guess I'll just-!"
She stopped when she saw a rat sitting on a pile of rubbish nearby. "Ooh!" she cried, grinning and clapping her hands together. "Hello, friend!" she beamed at the small creature, who stared at her. "I would love a little help here. These mean men are trying to lock me up!"
"Just shut up!" one of the guards barked, and Meerior fell silent as the rat scurried away. The guards yanked her down the alley, and they had almost reached the end when a sound floated from the gutter. The guards looked down, and one let out a shriek as rats streamed from the gutter. Merrior let out a shriek of joy as the rats engulfed the guards, crawling up their legs and onto their faces. As the guards writhed around in an attempt to get the rats off, Meerior slipped away. She went back to the window, climbed up, and rushed after 'Lowen'.