Who told you what was down here?
Come along if you wanted a peek
I've seen your face around here
Come alone, tell me under the table
What do you seek?
Black clad figures dash across the rooftops of the Central Ward, betrayed by the glint of steel from the lanterns below. One figure leads the others, weaving between chimneys, and up and over steep roofs as the others try to catch up to her. As Fox slides down toward the gap between buildings she casts a spell and then leaps the thirty-foot gap.
Welcome to the playground, follow me
Tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Sink into the wasteland underneath
Stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
Oh-oh, woah-yeah
Welcome to the playground
She stops and turns to watch the others come over and barely skid to a halt at the edge. Giving them a quick wave, she then dodges at the sound of the hand crossbow’s twang in the crisp spring night.
‘Always with the crossbows…’ She rolls her eyes as she heads off between some chimneys. Knowing her pursuers would have to detour to another rooftop to follow.
What brings you to the lost and found, dear?
Won't you pull up a seat?
Everybody got a price 'round here to play
Make me an offer, what will it be?
Oh, what will it be?
Leonessa’s lackeys had been chasing her for a while now and Fox decided to change the game. She cast a quick illusion of herself and sent it to another roof over before leaning back against a chimney and waiting.
Two of the rogues came from the right, the others probably going further afield. Fox waited for them to pursue the illusion before aiming her revolver with both hands.
Welcome to the playground, follow me
Tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Sink into the wasteland underneath
Stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
Pulling the trigger, she sent a bullet into the upper shoulder of her target, drawing a surprised shriek from her. Her partner turned on her heel, her eyes quickly finding Fox in the dark and firing a bolt.
The thief shifted and the bolt slashed across her arm but avoided a true strike. Using the last bit of her jump spell, she leapt back up the steep roof, back the way she came. Once at the roof’s peak she slid down and teleported across the gap.
Oh-oh, woah-yeah
Welcome to the playground
Oh-oh, woah-yeah
Welcome to the playground
Welcome to the playground
Welcome to the playground
Another bolt struck Fox in the shoulder, almost the same place she’d scored her own hit. One of the other rogues hadn’t gone so far around that she couldn’t return to help. She huffed as she kept running, looking for another way out.
The Fox kept this up for another hour. Running, doubling back, setting traps, and using all the illusions, weapons, and tricks she could to whittle her enemies down before it became obvious they were prepared for this kind of hunt. They were pacing themselves.
Welcome to the playground, follow me
Tell me your nightmares and fantasies (tell me your nightmares)
Sink into the wasteland underneath
Stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
The hunted begrudgingly went to ground, her last illusion throwing off pursuit just long enough for her to slip into a hidden sewer drain. Fox stumbled through the sludge filled tunnels until she poked her head out a drainpipe near the river. Sitting down, she took stock of her injuries and let her legs rest for a moment before taking the next steps to get home unseen.