Through the window, a bullet flies through, inches away from Vayne's chest. He dodges, the bullet missing him, soaring right past him. It had been two days since he launched an attack, it was common since that something like this would happen, but with no warning, really? Vayne scowls, slightly terrified but yet angry, he pulls over the first judge he sees, commands them to find his brother and keep him safe. He's pulling people left and right, ordering them to do something. He had never fought a battle alone, but knowing that Larsa would not partake, he knew that this would be a first.
Around him people are fleeing and rushing past him, someone's in the building, he can sense it, but he must find his brother, he must protect his brother. Pushing past the ones that try to hold him back, trying to keep him safe, he eventually reaches his brother's room where he sits, a judge at the door, keeping a close eye out for anything dangerous.
"What is happening brother?" Larsa asks calmly; he doesn't appear scared about what's happening at all.
Vayne looks down at his brother, cross legged on the bed, the same book in front of him, many pages ahead of where it was before, "You need to get out of here Larsa, you need to find your way out of this building no matter what!" He's panicking now because he can hear footsteps, quick footsteps, running up to where him and his brother are at, "I want you to leave your room, go to the left, and run…" He turns the judge behind him, who has pulled off her helmet and is bowing to him, "Judge Drace, I wish for you to GET him out of here, safe, and sound."
Drace nods and throws back on her helmet quickly. She waves Larsa over quickly yet he moves slower then his normal pace. He's found a small bag which he can store his book in, and a few other things he grabbed from the nightstand. Pacing around the room he slowly finds himself in front of his brother, trembling.
"Be safe brother, I have faith in you." He looks up and smiles, it's genuine, it really is.
Vayne nods and presses his hand on Larsa's scalp, slowly ruffling the hair beneath and smiling back, "Thanks." A bit of guilt eats away at him but not enough to make him too upset. He turns and retreats from the position in front of the door, he needs to get out of there, a simple left would give Larsa away, so he takes the right, a simple spear drives into his chest.
Watching closely is Larsa, who has exited his bedroom with Drace. Vayne collapses to his knees, in a heap, daggers, gun shots, and other things, pelt his body as he falls. Larsa gasps at the body's surrounding his brother, he's alright; Larsa knows he is, but Drace, she knows that he's not. Resting her hand on Larsa's shoulder, she whispers for him to run, run far away. She holds off guards, now louder, she yells for Larsa to run but he stands in the hallway, ready to go to his brother's aid, his side; he's so lifeless on the ground, sinking in a pool of his own blood. Within a day, the only two he had left had died, within seconds it felt like. He can still see life in Vayne but even Larsa knows he won't make it. People still remain attacking him, kicking him, beating him. Occasionally Vayne reaches forward, but he's brought down quickly. He will not make it through the next five minutes.
"I love you brother…" Larsa whispers to himself, clutching his hands to his chest and turning to run off.
Although he's lived there forever, the hallways seem to run into one another and Larsa grows confused of where he is going. People from left in right are ushering him along, directing him; he listens but as soon as he turns around to thank them, they're shot down. Death is all around him and Larsa worries that soon that will be him. Around him are windows, but it wouldn't be wise to jump. He knows that a door outside is near, the only problem is how to get out of it without being killed. Even Larsa knows that it will be flooded with the enemy, it will be hard, but he'll have to try. He turns a hallway and in front of him lays the exit.
Just as he had thought, there are soldiers pouring in through the door, big, burly men, seeing to it that nobody escapes. The men are tall, Larsa is not. He slips in between a few, from them comes a grunt, and some shoves. Well they walk forward, he begins to walk backwards. More grunts, one even pushes him to the ground, but he quickly jumps back to his feet and moves faster. He can see daylight, it's in his eyes; the fresh air smells a lot better then blood, sweat, and pain. Gracefully he turns on his heel and runs as fast as he can, through the soldiers, through the terrified town; he runs until he can't breath and has to break. Ducking into a deserted area he collapses onto his chest and takes long deep breaths.
Larsa spits at the ground and tries to remove himself from the disgusting ground; it is no place for a boy of his sorts to be. He fails miserably and collapses back onto the ground. His stomach hurts, his head hurts, and he can barely make sense of where he is at. Slowly, he curls himself into a ball and groans, tears forming in his throat for his brother and his father, and the condition he's in now.
"Need some help?" A voice asks from in front of him.
Larsa freezes, that could be anybody, and if they recognized him… well…. He looks up to a blonde boy carrying a small sack over his shoulder, and his hand outstretched to help Larsa up.
The boy contorts his face, "You don't look so good." He kneels down to Larsa and stares into his dilated pupils.
Larsa laughs a little bit, "Guess so…." He tries to stand up again, this time doing a bit better, but still collapsing to the ground.
"I'm Vaan…." the boy states, wrapping his arms underneath Larsa's shoulder and helping him to his feet; barely noticing that the boy is significantly shorter.
"La…" Larsa looks around, "Mont! My name is Lamont, and it's a pleasure to meet you." He nods his head and smiles, "Thanks."
Vaan nods and smiles, "You're out in a dangerous time, shouldn't you be home?"
Larsa quickly conjures up a story in his mind, "Home?" He questions, "Uh.. what home?" He throws on a sad face and glances at Vaan.
"You don't have a home? You're an orphan?" Vaan asks, stumbling forward, due to his own current situation.
Larsa nods slowly, "An orphan, I am."