If the captured half of the party were expecting the rescuers to have a plan, then Lloyd hates to break it to them that they absolutely do not. The front of the building looks inconspicuously boring, with a few guards scattered around and a chain-link fence blocking off any other possible entrance. It looks like they have no choice but to break in through the front, face the guards, and get through them, so Lloyd takes account of who they're facing.
Narrowing his eyes, he amplifies his hearing from the bushes they're hiding behind, listening for any words spoken between the guards that could hint better at the locations of the rest of the party, or even just their cell numbers, anything, but all he catches past the silence is just the beating of his adrenaline-high, furious heart. With the sort of personal anger and murderousness he hasn't felt since before the Tower of Salvation, the worry and concern for his loved ones and Mithos' own mixing in, Lloyd sets his mouth back into a frown and stands. There's no thinking as he calmly walks up to the guards, hands clasped together in front of him.
"No unauthorized entry, kid," one of the guards calls out, watching Lloyd cautiously as he gets closer. There are only about seven guards out at this one moment, Lloyd notes, forcing his expression to soften.
"I'm looking for my family."
"Well, they wouldn't be here," another guard answers, and its as soon as he finishes his thought that two blades find themselves crossed, directly below his neck. He steps back, gasping, as Lloyd glowers at him with all of the fierceness of someone unafraid of any risks.
"Really? Because you took them!" Lloyd shouts, forcing the blades forward and into the man's neck, leaving his body to drop before twirling around to meet the blade of another guard. "And this place is going down today!"
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Narrowing his eyes, he amplifies his hearing from the bushes they're hiding behind, listening for any words spoken between the guards that could hint better at the locations of the rest of the party, or even just their cell numbers, anything, but all he catches past the silence is just the beating of his adrenaline-high, furious heart. With the sort of personal anger and murderousness he hasn't felt since before the Tower of Salvation, the worry and concern for his loved ones and Mithos' own mixing in, Lloyd sets his mouth back into a frown and stands. There's no thinking as he calmly walks up to the guards, hands clasped together in front of him.
"No unauthorized entry, kid," one of the guards calls out, watching Lloyd cautiously as he gets closer. There are only about seven guards out at this one moment, Lloyd notes, forcing his expression to soften.
"I'm looking for my family."
"Well, they wouldn't be here," another guard answers, and its as soon as he finishes his thought that two blades find themselves crossed, directly below his neck. He steps back, gasping, as Lloyd glowers at him with all of the fierceness of someone unafraid of any risks.
"Really? Because you took them!" Lloyd shouts, forcing the blades forward and into the man's neck, leaving his body to drop before twirling around to meet the blade of another guard. "And this place is going down today!"