[Benedikta's eyes skim past those in the cells, that sense of dread only provoking her anger further. She tries, in those few moments when her gaze rests on the bodies, not to let herself imagine Cid in their position, or her. The stones on her back throb obnoxiously, and she gives her shoulders a roll, her wings shivering from the motion, before she hears footsteps and steps ahead of Cid.
And whatever poor soul rounds the bend—fortunately for them, it's another guard trying to find their way out—does not make it a step beyond that because Benedikta is lunging at the burly man, knocking him back into the wall behind him and thrusting her sword through his chest. He slumps to the ground with a choked noise and she moves on, completely unfazed by the kill, flicking the blood away and hunting for her next as she take Cid's hand again.]
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And whatever poor soul rounds the bend—fortunately for them, it's another guard trying to find their way out—does not make it a step beyond that because Benedikta is lunging at the burly man, knocking him back into the wall behind him and thrusting her sword through his chest. He slumps to the ground with a choked noise and she moves on, completely unfazed by the kill, flicking the blood away and hunting for her next as she take Cid's hand again.]
Did they keep you here, too?