Killian kept a close hold on Solita, keeping her at his side as he stepped out through the broken stone wall and out into the grasses. Debris and smoke still covered the ground,a nd he could hear the chaos of foot steps as he kept the pair of them close to the building, groping onto the wall as he felt his way along.
"Just stay close, stay quiet.." he whispered, though a swell of smoke rolled over them, he couldn't help but cough, and just as he did so, the smoke began to fade, and before him was an armed group of guards, looking every bit the angry and fierce role they ought to play.
"Hands where I can see them!"
And then another explosion went off, and Killian was thrown against the wall.
The world was white,a nd the ringing in his ears sent a shock wave through his brain. The world was moving back and forth like the rocking ship sailing on the ocean, but as he came around, he looked down, realizing, with relief, he still held Solita protectively in his arms. Though he couldn't hear, he still tried to ask her.
"Are you alright!?"
But then he looked up, paling as a group of mages approached, their bodies on fire and hteir faces mean and half covered in blood. And the guard from earlier remained nothing but charred pieces on the ground.