Disclaimer: I in no way own Gundam Wing or AD&D. Don't sue; I'm simply an E5 in the USN, therefore I have no money. Ha.

A/N; /spell/

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Trowa staggered up the stairs of the Inn as quickly as he could, his emerald eyes focused steadfast upon his goal - the large, looming door of his room, beyond which the chaotic crashing of battle and clanging of metal upon metal rang.

As Trowa dived desperately for the handle of his room's door, Wufei, who was hot on his heels, tore past him to the room occupied by Heero and Duo, his katana snaking sharply out of its sheath and glistening in the dim torchlight that filled the recesses of the abandoned hallway.

Both men burst into the two respective rooms simultaneously, weapons already brought to bear.

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Wufei burst into the room, barreling right into a steady, stable figure that was positioned before the orifice he came through. Both persons fell with grunts and thuds, meeting the hardwood floor harshly.

Instantly, the Eastern warrior was on his feet, his katana racing down towards the lump that had shielded him from the floor. The sharp blade met its target with a sickeningly wet thud, projecting a spray of blood from the point at which it connected across the floor and the young man's previously pristine white pants.

Glaring coldly at the body at his feet, Wufei lifted his blood-streaked sword.

"Reinforcements! Finally!"

Glancing over, Wufei's eyes widened.

Duo was crammed behind the room's footlocker, apparently having been thrown to that area judging by his unique position. Insane and moronic as Wufei was of the opinion that Duo was, the teen wouldn't be one to throw himself over a chest as to have his rear sticking up in the air, completely unguarded, and his face probably buried into the floorboards on the other side, one hand under his body and the other flailing to his side to attempt to grab something with which to right himself.

Heero stood before the footlocker, his notched sword glistening with mystical flames that ran along its edge, tracing its deadly edge with delicate precision. Shifting the blade slowly between his hands, he kept his glare firmly upon the remaining three black-clad attackers who occupied the center of the room, now firmly trapped between the two warriors, facing two identical grim and determined looks and two vicious, glistening, apparently magical blades.

Both warriors took a step towards the intruders.

"Surrender," Heero growled, holding his blade before himself.

"Never," one of the three snarled, her voice harsh and cold. "We will not leave it unfinished. We will die before such."

"Before what...?" the boy asked, arching an eyebrow over a Prussian blue eye that shone with confusion.

Wufei simply narrowed his eyes. "Hn. Heero."

"Yes?"

The trapped attackers stood their guard, even as the warriors spoke around them, shifting uneasily as the two boys closed in on them with their deadly weapons still brought to bear against their shortswords and daggers.

"Kill them. Their mission, no matter how much I may want its completion, isn't honorable."

"Really."

"Unless you consider assassination honorable."

Two of the remaining three instantly fell as katana and broadsword swiped from their guarded positions, slicing through warm flesh.

The final black-clad rogue lifted its hand.

The warriors screamed their battle cries, leaping forwards to cut the miscreant down where it stood.

And they narrowly avoided crashing into one another as the object they were attacking vanished.

"What the...?"

Duo lifted his head, and glanced over, finally having righted himself. He snorted quietly. "On your guard, you guys."

"Why?"

"That was /Blink/. He's not far."

Heero nodded, standing ready, lifting his sword again. Slowly tilting it, his lips moved with the whispering of an unheard word.

As the notched sword in his friend's hand flared with lively fire, basking the room in mystical light, the Eastern boy narrowed his onyx eyes and observed the corners of the rooms.

"Not here."

"Sure 'bout that?" Duo muttered, gathering his senses and marching over to the circle of protection inadvertently created by his companions.

Closing his eyes, Wufei sighed. "Close, though. You're right about that."

"You looked up recently?"

Gkkk.

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Trowa tore into chaos.

Immediately, the acrobat had to struggle to keep his footing as he traipsed through a veritable carpet of corpses. Coming to a halt, he stared with wide, horrified eyes at the mess.

Black-clad bodies littered the floor. Or more appropriately, pieces of black-clad bodies littered the floor.

Trowa shook his foot, finding it difficult to keep his reflex to yelp under control.

There was something about standing on a dismembered foot that set him on edge.

His eyes slowly followed the grisly trail of amputated limbs, intestines, and bloody rivers and pools to the center of the room.

The clang of metal striking metal once more instantly snapped his attention to where it was most needed.

And, charging with a procured longsword in hand, the acrobat leapt into the forefront of the small battle that was taking place between the delicate blond and three gigantic warriors.

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Duo, Heero and Wufei tore like madmen as quickly as they could down the stairs, attempting to reach the bottom floor of the building without killing themselves.

Of course, their motivation in the form of fifteen fighters clad in black with long, pointy swords chasing them as quickly as they were running was pushing them to stretch the limits of safety, causing them to barrel down the stairs quickly enough to make mothers across the entire Realms cringe in horror.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Duo whirled on his heel, throwing a small wad towards the base of the staircase.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing, Max..."

"FIREBALL!"

Kaboom.

"...well."

The two warriors stared in complete and utter disbelief as the ball of orange flames that had burst into being sent bright tendrils of fire racing along the wooden walls, rails, stairs and ceiling of the Inn, incinerating everything in their paths including the screaming warriors who just moments ago had possessed the advantage in the battle they waged.

Duo grinned as the screams of the dying struck his ears.

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Trowa lunged, his face set in a grimace of determination as he sank the sword to its hilt into the gut of the person before him.

He then let his eyes close, letting the sweet and soothing darkness of unconsciousness seep into his brain to envelope him.

"Trowa!" he heard a sweet, quiet voice gasp behind him.

Bonk went Trowa's forehead upon the floorboards.

Thin, pale hands lightly caressed his cheek. "What were you doing!"

"Protecting you," he muttered, casting a weary smile at the boy who hovered over him.

"But... you..." the boy started, staring with what could only be described as horror at Trowa's beaten body.

"Only a flesh wound."

The blond closed his eyes, a small smile upon his lips. "Asswipe."

Trowa sighed, smiling.

"This means I'm going to have to wait 'till you heal to have you juggle for me again."

Nod.

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Duo just stared, his smug look of complete satisfaction dissolving into one of complete horror.

"Um... whoops?"

Wufei rubbed his forehead. "Good damned job, Duo."

Heero's attention was focused up the road. "The guards are coming."

"SHIT!"

"Of course they'd be coming," Wufei's nasal voice growled. "We just gave them a bright, glowing orange area of disaster to come investigate."

"Hey, like I was supposed to know it'd be like that!"

"You studied that spell for HOW long? And you cast it without knowing its effects! AND YOU NEVER BOTHERED RESEARCHING THE EFFECTS?"

Heero lightly laid his hand upon Wufei's shoulder, stopping the man's forward progression towards his braided lover, glaring at his friend. "He didn't know. No reason to try to kill him."

"Hmph. You get to explain this to the guards, then."

"I will."

"And have you bothered to remember that Trowa's still up in that Inn?"

Duo gulped.

"Whoops."

"Yeah, 'Whoops.'"

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The four marched with downcast eyes. The fifth was, thankfully, unconscious and laid upon a stretcher and therefore unable to be humiliated with his current situation.

"Again."

"Hey, I said I was sorry! It was my first time actually getting a Fireball to work!"

"Moronic homosexual rabbit."

"This is ENTIRELY UNACCEPTABLE! GET ME MY SERVANTS! I'LL TAKE YOU ALL TO THE MAGESTRATE!"

The guard just rolled his eyes as he shoved the chained and shackled teenagers into their jail cell for their night's stay.

tbc...