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Colleen pulled Siy from the battle royal and the pair ducked out of the hall and into the rest of the palace. Sentries were creating a barricade from all entrances including, Colleen suspected, the back access the champions were brought in. With her companion's brute strength, her agility, and their combined quick-thinking, the pair got through the block and made it out of the palace easily, past the stone rampart and to the trail that would take them back to the prison. The harsh, low cry of the alarm trembled in her ears the closer they came to the ward. Distantly, Colleen could hear the chaos. One glance at Siy, she nodded toward the structure and stole forward, moving covertly along the walls until they reached an entryway. Siy noticed the access scanner panel had been disabled and pulled open the door.
Captives were running hastily through the hall, guards sprawled out on the ground while friends taking charge of that tier urged for them to follow the guides who would take them to the ships. When one of them caught Colleen's eye, she called out, "Dungeons are--" a guard grunted as she charged a red blast into his chest. "--cleared, and the hangar open." With a nod, Colleen rushed to the next corridor. The next few were nearly cleared; it was only until she and her partner reached the hall with the exit that would lead them to the other side of the mountain, to the hangar bay, that they were greeted by the accumulation of discord. The passageway was saturated with captives pushing to get through, and guards fighting to block them. Colleen noticed the tall, slender wardens from the palace, the lower ranks must have called for back up.
"Take the ones in the front, I'll deal with the ones in the back?" she looked up at Siy. Many of the powered prisoners were doing their best to fight and to protect, but it couldn't have been easy with a panicking array who were overcome with the need for self-preservation. With a nod, the alien treaded through the crowd and Colleen went in the other direction, scaling the periphery. Sword gripped, she took on her first guard, clean and swift. The next few were more challenging, she had to keep them from blasting the entire room. She took many hits, but there was no time for a breather. Standing before a wiry sentry, Colleen shook off the aches and with the flick of her wrist straightened out her sword. The masked alien opened its long arms and under the disarray of sounds was the cracks and pops of its fingers elongating into thin black needles.