Friday, February 3, 2023

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He stopped in front of the nearest cell. He craned his neck as a guard's hand hovered past his face. Raul could see some of the others resorting to using their powers, materializing clouds of smoke and dust. Fortunately, it seemed to be making matters worse for them, not better. All the extra crap in the air was conflicting with each other and confusing things further.

For now, at least.

Frankly, considering how many of them there were, the situation already seemed quite hopeless to Raul. He had a rather strong feeling that they were going to find him sooner or later. Probably sooner.

The reaper cells were an option. The only problem was how small they were. And how much attention it might draw if a cell door opened by itself.

But maybe he could use them to trick the guards. That was why he was already setting to work, loosening the hinges of this new cell door in front of him.

He didn't pull the bolts all the way free, though. He just wanted them primed for a sudden release. First, he stepped carefully away from the door and went to work on the next one over, still needing to dodge grasping hands.

Soon enough, the second door was primed, too, and he moved onto the third.

He had no idea how many he should go for. Planning at this stage wasn't really an option for him. He was just going. When the time felt right, he'd make all the bolts fall out at once.

He heard a commotion on the other side of the block, but the dust and clouds were so thick over there that they he couldn't tell what was going on. From the sound of the yelling, it seemed like a fight might've broken out.

For a moment, he thought it might've been his kin. But no, the dust soon dissipated, he saw instead that it was just a couple of arguing guards.

More dust arrived, this time right on top of him.

Not good. It was still pretty disorienting with so many others around, but still. They might actually be able to see him now.

He went prone. Flat on his belly, he resorted to crawling. Most of the guards were looking around at eye level or even above the cells, perhaps thinking he might be perched on top of one.

This position wasn't bad but still far from ideal. Spidering his way across the stony floor didn't make it any easier to avoid bumping into these damn guards. So many moving legs. It was just matter of time until--

He bumpbed into someone.

"Hey, what was that?!"

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