Excerpt: The three people readied their weapons. Cale, without any reluctance, gave permission for them to take care of the enemy however they pleased. He really could care less if they were met with painful deaths since they had a hand in torturing a child. "Everyone have their scrolls?" Cale had purchased scrolls that would take them back to his office after they were finished here or if an emergency arose during the mission. He really needed to look for a high or highest-grade mage who would be able to perform teleportation spells or could make teleportation scrolls. There was only so much a mid-grade mage could do. The three confirmed that they did in fact have their scrolls. Cale looked back at the pocket watch. "Ten seconds." He then pocketed the watch and readied his longsword. The four of them shot off as soon as the ten second mark came. Ron and Marcus moved to the front of the group, moving through the shadows. Beacrox followed closely behind Cale. They moved through the trees, keeping to the darker spots of the woods trying to avoid the sun's rays. It was definitely strange doing a heist of sorts in broad daylight but they wanted to time it with the arrival of the knights. A thud came from in front of him as a body fell to the ground. Ron moved away from the now deceased guard, hunting for his next target. More enemies were spotted as they neared the cave's entrance. Ron moved to the right while Marcus went left. Cale barreled on straight ahead with Beacrox guarding his back. A guy in cheap black clothing and muddy, worn out boots swung his sword at him. Cale brought his own sword up and blocked the attack before spinning out of the way. He kicked the thug in the back of the leg before bringing his sword down to dispatch of the man. Cale quickly spun on his heels to take care of the next person. He came to a stop and his mouth fell open, not caring if he looked like a noble or not at the moment.
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