.The dancer was close behind those who her hot on the tail of the suspected mage. While they had something of a head start, they were driven with fear and blood lust, something which Caela considered would work to her advantage. Compared to them, she could approach the situation with a far clearer head, which meant--at least she hoped--that she could out think them and reach the quarry faster than they could. It was also a plus that she was on her own. While a crowd could theoretically clear a path for itself, it was just as likely that it could create obstacles. It also had to take wider streets than someone on their own did, or else they'd create a bottle neck. It was entirely possible that there were people who were just as aware as she was, which meant that she might not reach the man first but she might be one of the first.
If she was an accused mage in Sunberth then she would hightail it out of the city, head straight for the fastest route out. Given that the mob was taking a route that involved wider streets, she assumed the man had left on a wagon. Any tracks there might have been were well and truly obliterated by the many feet that had stampeded through this way. A wagon was big and noticeable so she didn't imagine that he'd have stayed with it for wrong, not if he had any sense. He could be dead at this stage but she was sure she would have seen some indication of it. Instead she took a more direct route than a wagon would have taken, weaving through a multitude of mucky side streets, murky alleyways and slipping between narrow gaps that were left between buildings. The blonde followed her path at a jog, trying to keep her breaths as measured as possible. She took in as much air as she could with each rapid breath and puffed it out. While her legs were strong enough for a prolonged run, let alone a jog, the rest of her body didn't have the same level of endurance. The woman pushed herself onward at a past pace, even when she could no longer jog, a hand on each of her obliques as she sicked in much needed air, looking for all the world as if she had her hands on her hips.
Caela kept her eyes open, looking for any sign of disturbance as she burned a trail across Sunberth, keeping an ear out for the shouting of the mob. She found herself followed with curious looks at first but the longer she travelled, the more fear and panic she began to encounter as word seemed to be spreading. Soon she wasn't alone and then she was overtaken by those who were well-armed and running to the sound of the commotion of a fight. The dancer followed, skidding to a halt as she saw the gigantic, indigo man barring the way ahead as he killed those between herself and him. Surely this wasn't the mage! No, she'd seen the merchant who'd had that stall and she certainly hadn't seen the Akalak. A guard perhaps? Or someone taking the man's side? Either way, Caela didn't want to meet him in a fight because she knew she'd be crushed. She just had to slip past his notice and maybe edge around him while he was distracted with the others who he was killing with shocking efficiency.
The blonde flattened herself against the nearest wall, cautiously edging along it, intending to creep behind the giant and run for it. She crept as fast as she dared, not wanting to move too fast unless he mistook her for a threat. Surely he'd see she was unarmed and had made no attempts of violence. However, as more and more of them fell dead, she found herself moving faster and then ducking in to a shadowy alley as the last of the group fell and the man ran past the alley's opening. She crept out after him and then ran after his pounding feet, keeping a safe distance in case she needed to duck out of sight. With his long legs, he soon outpaced her, even when the blonde attempted a sprint. She was left running back and forth, trying to work out where the strange coloured man had gone. She'd been sure that he would lead her to the mage.
A roar near at hand had the blonde moving in that direction. She moved with quick caution in case the Akalak was near at hand and sure enough she found him grappling with another man while another figure limped away rapidly. The woman moved fast, careful to avoid the fighting pair as she ran to catch up to the slower man. Catching up to him shouldn't be a problem and Caela had a plan to distract attention away from him. She doubted that she had long if the noise of running feet was anything to go by. Provided she ran in to no trouble, the woman knew exactly what she wanted to say to him and she knew it needed to be kept brief and low enough to only reach his ears.
"Take it you're the mage? If you wanna get out alive, I'm willing to help. We get you in to a small alley, we'll pretend I'm a whore and if we play it right, we might miss this lot coming up on you. Get too handsy and I'll kill you myself." The woman would burst open her blouse at the top, snapping some of the buttons in her haste to expose a great degree of her cleavage. She would beckon him to follow her a short distance and squeeze in to a narrow enough space. The blonde had no illusions that if this worked, it'd only be for a very short time. A mob might pass them by but she doubted it'd fool anyone, even if his face was buried in her cleavage and therefore out of sight. If he went with this act then he'd better be good at making it look believable, but if he made it too believable she would happily run her dagger in to him.
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