Darrius knew what those bells were, he knew what would happen to him if he was caught by the royal army, it was time to go. He had done enough damage to Kvatch, Craftia reputations was forever ruined for letting a bunch of bandits destroy a major city. HIs knee was still frozen though. Darrius made darkness come out of his hand as he put it towards his iced knee. He skimmed his hand over the ice knee making sure to touch the ice and not his knee. The ice started disappearing into Darrius' hand. He could absorb things into his darkness. The front gate of Kvatch was swarming with the royal army so Darrius decided to climb over a wall and leave Kvatch through a forest nearby. Darrius started making his way towards the wall when he heard a voice. "Where do you think you're going?" Darrius didn't recognize the voice, he turned around to see a royal army soldier by himself with no horse. "You look different from the other bandits; I like your armor." The soldier looked slightly different from the other soldiers. He had one less armor, but his sword was different. It was so shiny and reflective. "PISS OFF!" A huge blast of darkness came from Darrius' hand as he blasted the soldier far away from him into a building. Darrius quickly climbed the wall and left Kvatch.