IWUAaDNW: Party 5.11

When we got to the third vault, though, the whole plan fell apart. Before my pixie had even made it, I heard noises coming in through the air vents. When I identified one of those noises as the metallic ring of two swords clashing against each other, I knew there was trouble, and I nudged my pixie forward.

Korra was there. So was another guard, from his hair color, a Velthian. Their swords were out, and they were both doing their best to stick it in each other’s chests. The door was wide open, and while both of them were trying to keep their voices down, there was only so much that could be done to silence their blades.

There were two open books on the work table in the middle of the room. A writing quill was dropping fresh ink on the newer-looking one.

A spy, then. What shitty timing.

“Hit that one!” I told my pixie, indicating the unknown guard.

[Order sent: Small Dungeon Pixie assigned to task [ASSAULT]]

My pixie did as ordered; its stun bolt flew loudly, and crashed into the guard’s exposed back. Caught completely by surprise, he was unable to defend himself as Korra’s blade found an opening between his ribs. Then, she swiftly changed her grip and slashed across his throat before he could yell.

It was useless. From outside, there were sounds of alarm.