Leyocan manages to make it to the second floor of the prison before he ran straight into a patrol of guards.
Leaving him in his currently position where his slowly walking backwards while holding the Archmage in front of him as a human shield.
His sword was placed at the Archmage's neck and he was ready to execute him at the first sign of trouble.
"Give up, thief!! There's nowhere to go!! Surrender, and you might just survive!" Called the captain of that patrol.
"I can take the shot, sir!!" Called one of the guards.
He held a loaded crossbow in his hands and had it aimed at Leyocan's head.
"Don't be foolish!! You could hit the mage!! And you know what would happen then!!" Shouted the captain.
Leyocan knew that this stalemate wouldn't continue forever.
Eventually he would run into more guards.
The moment they had a clear shot at his back, they would kill him.
He needed a distraction.
Leyocan grinned when he realized he had the perfect one right in front of him.
The captain must have realized what he thought because he shook his head.
"Don't do it!!!" Yelled the captain.
Leyocan drew his blade across the Archmage's throat, then pushed him towards the guardsmen.
As they struggled to catch the wounded mage, Leyocan twisted around and sprinted as fast as he could down the corridor.
The guard with the crossbow took two steps forward, then fired a bolt at Leyocan.
Hearing the projectile, Leyocan twisted around and cut the bolt in two, before continuing his dash through the prison.
The guardsman prepared to pursue but the captain stopped him.
"Leave him!! We need to get the Archmage to a healer fast!!"
Leyocan had hoped that the plan wouldn't come to this.
He had hoped to lead the Archmage all the way to the third floor of the prison before killing him as he wanted to be closer to his target.
He had checked the prison register beforehand and there were some seriously crazy prisoners locked away on the same floor as his target.
The kind that loved violence and would be a serious threat to the safety of their fellow prisoners.
He was confident that he could handle any prisoners that were foolish enough to try and bar his way.
But he was concerned for his target's safety.
He could only hope that any prisoners from that level would be too busy trying to escape from the prison.
He rushed down the stairs leading to the third level and found himself at another checkpoint very similar to the one he encountered before.
Some of the barriers had already fallen as guards were already busy trying to fend off an assault of escapees that mostly seemed to consist of Minotaurs, ogres and a few Orcs.
Cowering at the back of the formation were a few dwarves and elves, that seemed disoriented and afraid, but otherwise unharmed.
What was especially surprising was that the orcs and Minotaurs seemed to be defending their smaller brethren from assault.
Orcs and Minotaurs usually only respected strength and cared nothing for those weaker than themselves, so seeing them going out of their way to protect the non combatants was unusual.
The ring leader of this particular band seemed to be a red skinned minotaur that was well over 10 feet tall.
His hair had been gathered together into a single, long braid that went all the way to his cloven feet.
He wore no clothes except for a torn loincloth that just barely covered his modesty.
Brimming with muscle, he fought barehanded and had no trouble at all ripping guards asunder.
As the last of the guards were killed, the group all turned as one towards Leyocan, who took a cautious stance.
An orc took a single step forward, but a growling command from the Minotaur caused him to quickly fall back in line.
The Minotaur stepped forward and starred down at Leyocan as if he was trying to peer through his disguise.
He seemed to recognize that Leyocan was responsible for the disruption that freed them all.
"You are not human? And yet I can't identify what species you are? Are you Kitsune?" Asked the Minotaur.
His voice was deep and gutteral, as well as clearly accustomed to issuing orders.
"Something like that." Replied Leyocan.
The Minotaur waited to see if he was going to elaborate.
"...."
"Anyway ... You have our thanks for freeing us stranger, I am Torin."
"I'm Leyocan, and your thanks is unnecessary. I had my own reasons for coming here."
"We still owe you a debt, Leyocan. If you ever have need of us, ask and the Crimson Tide will answer. " Explained the Minotaur
"I seek Captain Gavin? Is he with any of you?" Asked Leyocan.
"Gavin? The pirate captain? I heard he was locked up in D block. There are some really nasty people locked in there.
And they won't be as friendly as the rest of us!
Hope you're handy with that blade of yours? I expect you'll have need of it!?" Explained Torin.
"I can hold my own." Answered Leyocan.
"Watch yourself! I hear that the Block was recently filled with Blood Tusk and his brigands.
A particularly nasty Orc clan that has been terrorising the area of late, their leader is a particularly violent sort, even by orc standards. " Explained Torin.
Leyocan nodded his head in thanks, then walked deeper into the prison as Torin led his people further up the prison.
True to his word, it didn't take Leyocan long before he encountered Blood Tusk's band.
While most of the prisoners were using the opportunity to escape, the Blood Tusks were using the chaos to settle scores and were targeting guards and prisoners alike.
Three 7 foot tall orcs, wielding what weapons they managed to scavenge from the dead guards were blocking Leyocan's way.
He drew his sword and pointed it at the orc in the middle of the formation.
"Step aside!!" Exclaimed Leyocan.
The orcs looked at each other, before all three of them rushed at him.
Leyocan moved as a blur as he cut the orcs down one by one.
After a few minutes, they all laid dead around him.
He stepped into the cell they were guarding and saw a wounded dwarf laying in the corner.
A 8 foot tall orc who's only clothing was a loincloth that seemed to have been made from flayed human skin stood in front of the dwarf.
His skin was a dark green shade the color of pine. As the orc turned around, Leyocan saw he had two tusks growing from his lower jaw.
In each hand he had a wicked looking axe that most people would have trouble lifting, but he held them as if they weighed nothing.
The orc had used blood to paint elaborate tattoos over his entire body and was covered in ritualistic scars that seemed to be self inflicted .
Leyocan took one look at the dwarf's poor condition, then scowled at the orc.
His red eyes began to glow in the dark cell, proving to the orc that his opponent wasn't human.
"I normally don't like slaying non humans!
But I'll make an exception for you!" Exclaimed Leyocan as he drew his sword.