Elywen staggered foreword as Victor slid off her back, all the energy she had put forth suddenly becoming useless. She glanced back, frightful that she had perhaps dropped Victor somehow, but the man's voice spoke instead, ""I...I'm ok. Thank you, miss. I can run...let's get out of here." His voice released a flood of relief through Elywen. He was still alive at the very least, but the blood that flowed freely down his chest still wrought worry on the musician's face.

She had no time to express her concern. Gunfire and helicopter blades filled the air, the wind picking up to a howl within the narrow alleyways. Elywen's face turned upward, seeing another copter fly overhead, slowing and preparing to land. They really were out of time. "Okay okay! Let's save the sappy hugs for later!" En's voice blared in her ear as the boy pushed them foreword. "Please tell me you have another place to go to!"

Elywen broke into an unsteady run, her mind slightly shaken up by the sounds of bullets zipping past. "Right, right, just give me a sec..." Her eyes darted at the concrete walls that flew by as they emerged into the market place again. She came to a stop, frantically searching her memory for another place to hide, any place that didn't put them out in the open. Her head whipped down another alleyway. "Right! I know, follow me!" She broke into another dash down another alleyway, this one cluttered with the market place's trash: molding bags of garbage, broken closets with warped and brittle wood, old food stalls. It was a mine filled with hiding places, but Elywen quickly maneuvered around the trash, her mind set upon a destination further ahead.

Several more agents descended from the sky from up above, landing in the vacated alleyway. The only took a brief moment to assess the situation. One officer down, dead, pathetically killed by a rather large piece of brick. His partner emerged from behind the wooden stall, filled with bullet holes. The man was flustered from beneath his helmet, but his words shone none of it, as he was trained to do. They spent only a few moments in conversation and then broke into separate groups of two, splitting to search the area.

Elywen's eyes fell upon a large, looming mansion, no more of a church. It was abandoned like much of the other buildings around the market, weeds and ivy growing tall in the patches of dirt that surrounded the building's walls. Huge stained-glass windows were broken, many in need of serious repair and others simply in too damaged to be fixed. Elywen darted up the front doors, her hands falling upon the enormous planks of wood that barricaded the entrance. "What the hell?! Dammit..." She glanced around briefly and glanced back at the two males behind her. "The back..." She didn't waste another breath to clarify her words, trusting the two to understand her. She broke again into another sprint, this time darting around the building.