B "I don't think its meant to be anything other than both of those for us, we're not meant to be in the air like that but some of us sure as hell are thrill seekers." He chuckled. Glad to get his mind off of the pickle Ethan and Asta could be in. They may not be blood but they're just as close they might as well be. He wanted to kill Alex so bad but the only thing stopping him really was the fact that his siblings may want to more.

Just as the thought of impending doom began to escape her mind, Castor dove down silently into the trees behind a large building, reminding them of why they were there. Biana was holding onto Benji like a lifeline, until they hit the ground. Fitz was the first to leap off, looking ready to shred something with his bare hands. If anything, Fitz was... quite short-fused. Biana was usually the one who kept him from ripping people to shreds, but she was, quite obviously, distracted. Castor shrank to his knees to let them off, which was still quite a ways up. Biana let go of Benji, releasing a breath.

Rome slipped off of Castor gently, she put a hand on Fitz' shoulder. R "wait til we get inside before you start ripping." She said calmly, waiting for Benji and Biana to get off. B "Biana, you can let go now." He said quietly, when she did he slipped off and held his hands up to catch her.

Ethan was on his stomach, resting his head on his hands. Barely propped up by his elbows. His breathing was very labored. He was so tired. He really would have never guessed getting beat to death would hurt so much. Attempting to stand, he pushed his body back over his knees, greeted by a boot to the stomach. It might have been the suspense between punches and kicks that left him so hurt. He glared up at them.

Fitz glared at her and then over at Benji. It seemed like he had acquired said ripping target. Biana leapt lightly into his arms, smiling at him. Fitz cleared his throat. F "Lead the way, Rome." He said sourly, glaring at Benji. Biana looked up and blinked over at her brother, gently removing herself from Benji's arms.

Asta had gone through too many stages to count. She alternated between looking numb, and then fighting like an animal, and then crying and begging, pleading, and apologizing. She always kept her eyes on him though. She caught his eye whenever she could, and when she did, she usually mouthed 'Im sorry'.

Benji put her down gently as she wanted to be let down. He made eye contact with Fitz and sent him an innocent smile. Rome opened the door without hesitation, immediately met with a guard who's head she rammed into a wall. R "stick together." She warned quietly, locking the door behind them. They were met yet again with more men. Benji hurled himself at one, barreling into the ofher two, using the window to his advantage. Tossing him out of the slightly raised windows and being glad the door was locked.

in the basement they could hear the commotion and decided to waste no more time on Ethan. He had been doing his best not to look at Asta, it just made him hurt a little more. He grimaced as hebwas kicked back onto his stomach. Suddenly, he could not breathe. Pain rushed through his shoulder so roughly he almost couldn't move from his position. The guards left them to fester and find out what was happening.

As more men entered the hallway, Fitz took the opporunity to let out some anger. He punched the first man he encountered hard enough that there was a crunch and he fell sideways, unconscious. Biana slipped through the fray, looking around quickly for where they might be kept. B "I'd wager theyre down in the basement." She called, ducking a pair of muscled arms that tried to grab her and slamming her knee into an unsuspecting crotch. Ow.

Asta shrieked angrily. "ETHAN!" She said, fighting her bonds so hard the chair fell on its side, and her with it. The frail chair was splintering already as she kicked against it. She paused, hearing the distinct sound of a scuffle above.

Benji grinned at Fitz' technique, violent and effective were usually hand in hand for situations like these. The two men who'd just been downstairs joined what was happening up here. Benji kicked one into the other and Rome used s piece of wood as a bat on the one's head and Benji kicked the other into a wall.

Ethan gasped gently. Groaning heavily as he used his right shoulder to prop himself up. Luckily they'd left the knife in. He clenched his jaw. "Hang- hang on Asta," his voice was so weak he almost couldn't get it out loud enough for her to hear. He pulled his arm in front of himself. He put his head on the ground and grimaced, barely reaching the knife with his hands tied together as they were. He wrapped his hand around the blade. He didn't give himself time for hesitation as he gingerly pulled the blade out, he growled his way through that. He cut his own bonds and pushed himself up off the ground, he almost didn't make it up. Hot blood rolled down his back as he pulled himself onto his knees, groaning. It was like having a therapy session in his head to make himself move. He was getting dizzy but he stood up slowly. Limling snd staggering to behind Asta's chair he cut her hand's bonds apart. Knowing he was not going to be able to set it up on its feet, he put the knife in her hand, barely managing to stay on his feet.

Biana grabbed a candle holder off a nearby desk and slammed it into the back of a gaurds head, who was trying to blindside Fitz. Fitz, however, had one of the smaller men in a chokehold, before throwing him down as he went limp. After that, the amount of guards progressively thinned. Biana ran toward the entrance to the basement. B "Should someone stay up here to guard or should we all go down?"

Asta fumbled with the knife and slashed through the bonds at her feet. She scrambled up and kicked the chair away, running to him. "Ethan..." She choked out, using both her hands to put pressure on his wound. "Hold on, hold on..." She said, quickly ripping away part of the pant fabric around her lower leg. She made sure to push it slightly into the wound, otherwise tying it tightly around his shoulder. Her hands were shaking, coated in his blood. She looked up at his bruised face, leaning forward and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "It's gonna be okay. You'll be fine. Can you walk?" She said the first parts mostly to comfort herself.

Rome glanced around just in time to see a guard reaching for crossbow. She kicked his face, he shot right before that at Biana and missed narrowly. R "We can probably go down together." She said, checking other rooms for a moment. Then she started going down the steps.

Ethan had sat down, his face was covered in blood on both sides. He was trying not to breathe too hard, he could feel the shape of where the knife had been through the throbbing and the ache. He barely noticed Asta till she touched his wound, he grabbed her arm, gently but tightly. He groaned, wincing in another direction. He let out a heavy breath. Rome was first down the steps and just kinda stared. He the kiss brought his attention back out of pain. He smiled softly, nodding gently at Asta's question, but he was going to need a hand. He waved over Rome, she was shaking and silent but she came forward and took his outstretched hand. He pulled himself up most of the way, then Rome had to pull him forward. Benji ran over, putting a hand on his good shoulder softly. B "Ethan," who waved them off slightly. "I'm fine," he said quickly, limping toward the stairs. He wasn't quite seeing right, his eyes wouldn't focus well.

She looked over at Rome in surprise, taking a hesitant step back. Asta was still shaking, but she seemed like she tried to steel herself as her siblings walked in. Biana ran over to her and inspected her blood soaked hands, but Asta pushed her off. "Its Ethan's." She sighed, shoving her forward. "Go. Walk." Biana looked pissed but turned around and lead the way up the stairs, Asta walking a few steps behind Ethan. There wasn't much room for her to help, and even if there was, she didn't want him to see her like this. Fitz had taken up the lead with Biana. Since nothing in this world could ever be easy, guards started swarming the hallway above as the group made their way out. Fitz barely ducked a crossbow bolt, which imbedded itself in the wall behind them. Biana slammed her knee into someone's gut, ducking away and out of sight to try and attack them from behind. Asta sighed. She still had the knife, which was not good news for the people up there. She took a running start up the last few stairs, slamming her knife into the first person she saw.