"Ready for some action, Phil?" The old scout readied his crossbow for his brother-in-arms.
"Always, Reginald," Phil responded across the room. "Today is our lucky day. We might beat the Keep record!"
The two laughed and closed their eyes for a brief second, allowing an intruder to expertly jump through the nearby window at an insane speed, combat rolling into the nearby hub in the center of the building. Now attentive, the scouts turned their gaze at the intruder.
Standing in an open room the girl fearfully pulled out her daggers and ran into the staircase behind her arrows narrowly missing her as she ran. Knowledgeable of her position, she needed to reach the fifth floor, where the armory begins. But before she could plan that, she needed to survive the breaching-
"INTRUDER ALERT!" An echo from the bottom floor called. "THEY'VE BREACHED THE MAIN GAT-" A massive explosion interrupted the call for help, and the guards turned and fired upon the explosion blindly, knowing full well of-
"Last one standin' wins!"
Every guard above the first floor poured every last piece of firepower at the dwarf-like engineer standing right in the clearing just after he placed another dome shield right down, and countless Resistance freedom fighters showered undercover as missiles, arrows, artillery and bullets surrounded their entrance as the projectiles were absorbed by the trusty barrier.
Alerted but steadfast, the clings and clangs of her daggers against each other under her coat seemed to be the only source of sound from her, alerting two bowmen nearby at the top of the stairwell who turned around from their post and stared point blank right at the entrance to figure out the sound.
"Hey!" one of them shouted. "You can't-" Their accusation was cut short by the throw of two daggers right at the men as they fell over in pain. One hit with the grip square on his unprotected forehead and the other was less fortunate, suffering a stab wound at the base of his left thigh.
The girl took little time to observe the wounds she caused and knew she had to keep moving as fast as she could, desperately running up more and more stairs. She was worried that the questionably large quantity of guards would overwhelm her or the Resistance, and for the latter she was beginning to see true. The next staircase, thankfully, would be the last one to the fifth floor to which the Armory began, and her plan for insertion was quite simple. As the staircase led to the Armory there was a corridor immediately to the right of her cloaked entirely in darkness, which was where she would wait as the Guardians of the Armory left to finish the fight with the Resistance, their skill and finesse proving more than an even fight. The Guardians of the Armory were specially designated Magistrate Knights, the finest of the finest. As quietly as she could, she slid into the corridor with momentary visibility with a desperate and noiseless lunge. Not that it mattered, as the Knights' armor was well loud enough as they suited up in the Armory for a tractor to break in. As hulking armor neared her she knew the Guardians of the Armory were exiting to assist their allies. She witnessed in stealthy silence every passing Knight to be distinctive in their own unique way, with their colors ranging from whites to royal reds and glossy black; size and stature matching to as short as she was to as tall as the elven librarian, all marching down the stairs in an orderly fashion.
The Armory was beyond any rendition of her fantastical imagination. The ceiling lay above her head by more than twenty of her, glowing from the blue-stained glass which deeply contrasted the primary red color of the Magistrate itself. The square shape of the Fortress Keep met in complete darkness so well against the stained glass so as to give the room the illusion of being perfectly circular, day and night. Based on her study and visual perception, the Armory functioned via three ascending and widening levels, each widening the base of the Armory, isolating the first floor at its base like the center stage of a colosseum with countless bookshelves and weapons hung on the walls to act as an audience. Each level was locked by a door at the opposite end of each room. If they remained locked it would be impossible for her to reach the floors, unless she found another method for getting up there. Observing further she peeked her head towards the door, which was guarded by two Magistrate Knights standing guard in complete silence like statues against the wall.
Prior to entering, the girl already had her plan for this portion. Since each level acted as a balcony for the level below, she could potentially scale the wall using a moveable object like a bookshelf to act as a step stool for her, all whilst avoiding the knights with a swift execution, forcing their less mobile selves to unlock the first floor in order to give chase. While she couldn't jump 5 meters with her physique; she could climb up the bookshelves she noticed along the wall to scale the first floor. With every look she took outside her spot, the knights remained eerily still, each carrying lances big enough to pierce clean the skulls of mammoths. She peeked so quickly every time, and each time the knights stood opposite her, staring down the opposing staircase and… even her. Yet the knights continued to stand, motionless, silent, and stoic at their posts, and by nature, the lack of action traumatized the girl. Were they really statues? Do they care if she just waltzed in? Behind the wall, the girl grit her teeth and played with her short, pink hair. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Standing up, she pulled two daggers and readied them at her hands as if those shotty knives could damage the knights, and she prepared herself for her assault.
