Finding herself running again, she slipped over a few puddles of icing and fell into Aryn's side. Thankfully, he seemed a lot more stable than she, so when they were off and running again, she trailed behind him, clinging onto his arm with one icing- coated glove (though she was cautious of the other that was not). Though they had a few steps head start on muscle-brain, the man was furious as he roared and picked himself off the ground.
Never losing his grip on his blade, baldy came barreling towards them, roaring fierce as a lion. Peering over her shoulder as she and the iron-handed man ran, her eyes went wide in horror as she watched the man gaining on them.
Turning the bend, she found her boots carrying her harder and faster across the wooden floor, and they were back inside the room with the flour on the floor- and incidently, there was flour bags all lining the walls. ANd just as baldy came for them- the guards rushed in afterwards, like a pack of hounds- and somehow through the chaos of it all, one of the bags of flour above them was cut open, and flour came snowing around them as they ran.
Now, no longer coated in just cake and icing, but another coat of powdery, flour residue, Kella rushed with Aryn into the kitchen and out the back door, where the chilling thrill of the late-autumn winds greeted them. And despite the weight of the icing, some of the winds still managed to toss some of her blonde hair about, and her ratty clothes, as icing slicked boots stumbled on the cobblestone, but still, she managed to run, but in no small thanks to her grip upon Aryn's hand.
Though just as the pair were making some head way away from Armand's Bake shop, baldy was tripping out of it and frothing curse words and promises between his teeth. But that was behind them, for before them sprang a new set of challenges- the other half of the pack of guards.
"Halt! In the name of the law!"
But as luck would have it, as the trio of guards stood menacingly in their way at the end of the ally- a horse and carriage was coming briskly down the road- and the rider, having not expected to find himself suddenly rounding the bend to be greeted with a group of guards, gasped and called out:
"Oh, guardsman! Please! Do get out of the way!" But it was too late, and the scene was chaos as the wagoncart driver tried to veer away, only to find his cart jerking too sharply, and the contents of the back becoming spilled when his cart tipped over- and the sheet that had once been drawn across the pastries he was cargoing suddenly took to air-
and the sky began to rain with cookies, as a few bounced and rolled Aryn and Kella's way, settling around their feet. Kella could not believe it as she gaped at the scene.
"You idiot! Those baked goods were for the Grand Duke!" the driver barked, and Kella, flinched away, finding herself backing up into Aryn, and incidentally making the pair of them both stumble to an awkward halt- giving baldy just enough time to catch up.
"I'm going to gut you like a pig!" the man barked, sword at the ready as he gave a heavy cutting slice towards Aryn's head.