Savio made a sour expression when Sayren couldn’t keep the mirth from her voice or her face, clearly thinking that the noise he had made was funny. But when another voice cut through the night, Savio’s attention snapped up to see that they were quickly surrounded by monks. The young man’s heart started to race once more as he looked around for some way to escape. Sayren’s hand was still holding his, though normally it would have been awkward, Savio used her hand to pull her closer so that he could shield her from the advancing monks. His eyes franticly scanning the area around them until something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. There, on the edge of the bridge, was a single rope leading down into the Aperture. Had that been there before? Seeing no other way, Savio grabbed Sayren and rushed to the rope. “Hold on tight!” Savio commanded, as soon as her grip tightened around him, he leapt over the edge of the bridge and held on to the rope before slowly lowering them down into the darkness below. His muscles strained against the combined weight of both himself and Sayren, but held due to a season of working as a courier and many hours training under the teachers of the Iron Fist School. He had no idea of what awaited them down below, but it could be no worst that what they faced above on the bridge. |