There was a sizzling flash as a bolt of energy ripped down into the fighting of the courtyard below.
We had approached the slave market with hopes of bluffing our way to some information, but the slavers had proved equally treacherous to potential buyers who might make good slaves themselves.
Our idea to have some of us on the rooftops, with me bringing Theo up in my spider form whilst Calliope glided ahead seemed to not have been the advantage we had hoped as the slavers themselves had done just the same.
Alke found herself hard-pressed and hurt after a wicked gout of flame had marked her as a caster and a commanding voice from a rooftop had ordered the guards to single her out.
Luck however, seemed to tip our way. Slowly the guards fell, our stubbornness holding as much ground as our abilities and the tide began to turn. Their commander fell, and, harried by some spirit wolves and the threat of Calliopes arrows, their caster who had dictated their tactics to the troops below cursed, waved his hands and vanished away.
We beat a hurried retreat before the conflict drew the attention of the city legions loyal to Acastus, or worse the cultists of Sydon and Lutheria.