Jyade sighed softly as she strolled down the halls of the building, finding this to be quite annoying. Now she knew why Burle happened to take shelter there. Without a proper map of the building, it was easy to find yourself lost with all the twist and turns of the halls. The walls were a bit thin so that it would be easy to make the place maze-like, and for a minute she wished that the gryphon in her arm was bigger so that she could have him just run through each of them. She wasn't strong enough to do it herself and lost precious time trying to maneuver through the building. "I might as well jump out of a window to get out of here," she muttered softly. That was another thing she didn't like. There were no windows in this building, the only thing that was around to light the way was a torch placed in the middle of a hall. It was good cover for her, but it was also cover for the enemy. The shadows were both her friend and foe. The only reason she didn't take one with her was that she needed one hand to wield her sword with.
When she finally came to something other than another hall, the elf was more than happy. It was a spiral staircase that was located in the middle of the building. The first hall she was in didn't lead to it though, which is why it took her so long to actually find it. Jyade stopped though, sure that she'd be face-to-face with more of Burle's goons as soon as she walked up the steps. Placing a hand on her sword and its sheath, the girl began to speak slowly, trying to think of the words she was saying before they left her mouth. She knew spells to make things blend in with their surroundings, meaning that she could hide her sword properly. It was the same spell a fairy would use to hide from humans, if they thought they actually needed to use the spell anyway. It wasn't long before the sword seemed to disappear. It was a weak spell really, and she could keep it up for a long time if she focused on it. She reached up to pull the cloak back from over her head, moving her hair back to reveal her ears.
She was right. As soon as she made her way up the spiral staircase, the woman found herself looking at ten guards. She already had a plan forming in her mind. If she just surrounded there was no doubt that Burle would think she was up to something. These men couldn't kill her since their boss wanted her. She reached into her skirt to draw out one of her daggers as she walked up another step, looking at the group. They were all basically together in the middle of a hallway that had a door at one end. They were talking and, unfortunately for them, had their back to er. As soon as the elf had a clear shot she threw the dagger with a flick of the wrist, watching as it became lodged into a man's skull. She took her other dagger out quickly, intent on killing as many of them as she could now. She might have to kill them later, but when she couldn't be killed was the best time to take out as many of them as possible.
Jyade held the gryphon tightly against her chest as the men started at her, with no emotions in her eyes. As soon as she saw one step a bit too far ahead of the others she moved, darting forward before the man even knew what was going on. All she did was lift the dagger as she ran past, cutting a few veins in the man's neck. He wasn't dead when he fell to the floor, but he would be soon. The last of the men had his sword out and swung it as she ran past him, cutting her across the cheek, though he wanted to do more than cut her cheek. She turned around while he was still swinging his sword, swinging her arm up and forcing her dagger into the man's neck. She was using all of her energy at first and it would soon start to fail her. Even when she was taking her dagger from the man's neck another of the guards was on her. He swung and she ducked before doing something she hadn't done in years. She kicked the man in the groin. That was the thing about her. She didn't fight fair. He wouldn't be worried about that pain for long though, because her dagger sliced through his neck within seconds.
The other were on her by then, all six of them circling around her. One of them was able to grab her arm, forcing the dagger out of her hand. They still couldn't see her sword. "Damned whore!" The man pulled her to him, taking Hunin out of her arm, holding the gryphon by the extra piece of skin around his neck. "You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy it when Burle let's us have you first."
Her eyes darted around, taking in the five men around her. She had been thinking about letting them live, but she couldn't now. These men put themselves with the rest of the ones she hated. Screw her plan; they deserved to die. With her left arm in the man's hand and the right one free, she was free to use her speed to attack instead of pure strength to lodge a dagger in a man's neck or head. They were too close too, far to close. It only took what seemed like a flick of the wrist and they were on the ground, cuts in all five of their necks. The man holding her arm instantly let go when he saw his companions fall and she turned to look at him. Her sword could be seen now, glimmering in the light coming off the torch in the hall. "Set the gryphon down," she said softly.
The man was so shaken that he actually listened. "I knew it... I knew it..." he muttered over and over again as he placed Hunin on the floor. The gryphon ran over to her as soon as he was down, rubbing against her legs as he did so. "I knew he'd find himself a demon someday, but for it to be so soo-" She swung her blade and he stopped, eyes growing dim as blood began to leave his body. She hated that more than anything. He called her a whore and a demon. The only thing she was protective over was her gryphon. Well, that and her pride.
Blood was starting to stain the floor as she stepped over the last fallen man, making her way to the door at the end of the hall. Hunin followed at her heels, staying back just far enough so she wouldn't trip on him. She ignored the fact that the cut on her cheek stung, thinking instead of the little girl. She used too much enjoy at a time and was starting to feel the effects. Her body wanted to break down, but she just wouldn't let it. The last thing she had to do was get the information and kill the man. After that, it was only a hop and a skip to the forest and a actually satisfying night of sleep. The elf finally reached the door, a soft sigh escaping her lips before she turned the doorknob and stepped inside.