[Hawke huffs and engulfs the two bodies in flames. If they were alive then, they're not anymore. Pleasant.
She turns at a sound down the hallway. More slavers. Guards or maybe owners, either way, who cares? She moves down the hallway like a serpent; quick, dangerous, and deadly. A barrier blocks most of the gunfire that comes her way but it's largely erratic and ineffectual anyway. She ducks low and jabs her staff into a slaver's ankle and rips it clean through. When his body collapses, she quickly rises and shoves it forward into the group causing them to stumble back. She leans back to dodge a bayonet and forces the rest back with wave of ice that causes some to be stuck in place while others yelp as shards of ice spray their bodies.
Then in a swift motion, she shoves all of them backwards with a nice spell of gravity into a solitary confinement room and then quickly locks the door and puts a sheet of ice over it.]
There. Quietly. Or at least, they'll be quiet.
[Ow. Her stomach hurts. She reaches out to poke the aching spot and her hand comes away bloody. Oh yeah, she'd been shot. Her haphazard healing must have ripped open in all the commotion. Whoops. Oh well. She wipes the blood on her coat and pokes a head around the hallway.]
Seems dark down here. Might be holding cells? Hopefully?
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She turns at a sound down the hallway. More slavers. Guards or maybe owners, either way, who cares? She moves down the hallway like a serpent; quick, dangerous, and deadly. A barrier blocks most of the gunfire that comes her way but it's largely erratic and ineffectual anyway. She ducks low and jabs her staff into a slaver's ankle and rips it clean through. When his body collapses, she quickly rises and shoves it forward into the group causing them to stumble back. She leans back to dodge a bayonet and forces the rest back with wave of ice that causes some to be stuck in place while others yelp as shards of ice spray their bodies.
Then in a swift motion, she shoves all of them backwards with a nice spell of gravity into a solitary confinement room and then quickly locks the door and puts a sheet of ice over it.]
There. Quietly. Or at least, they'll be quiet.
[Ow. Her stomach hurts. She reaches out to poke the aching spot and her hand comes away bloody. Oh yeah, she'd been shot. Her haphazard healing must have ripped open in all the commotion. Whoops. Oh well. She wipes the blood on her coat and pokes a head around the hallway.]
Seems dark down here. Might be holding cells? Hopefully?