Victoria Neige!aLEJudith. 21 Oct 2015 4:21:35 PM No.41120991>>41121303
>>41120926 >And now she's hit a road block. As good as intensive was, one can still cooperate while only giving out the bare minimum facts. Which Victoria could see Patrick was doing.
Well then... I suppose that's good enough.
>For now anyway, what little information she got she'll have to have someone look into. See if he's lying out his teeth and then tangle that in front of him. If that doesn't work well... perhaps it'd be time to dig up some old methods to get the fire mage to talk. >The General gets up from her seat and stretches her arms.
Be a good boy and sit tight, I'll be back shortly.
>With that, the ice mage exits the room and shuts the heavy iron door behind her. Patrick can her the door being locked once it closed again and muffled voices on the other side.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 21 Oct 2015 8:39:14 PM No.41121303>>41121336>>41122093>>41122127
>>41120991 >And heeeere we go. Negotiations had failed, and there wasn't even a show of restraint on her face as she stepped outside. It was now or never, locked in a little box surrounded by people who wanted to stop him from completing it.
>They'd certainly done a good job with this. The chair he was sitting on was attached to him at his ankles by metal cuffs, and thereafter bolted to the floor - anyone looking to escape would have to make a hell of a lot of noise pulling the chair out of the floor or break their feet. Patrick, however, had a particular trick up his sleeve.
>With a finger, he reached down to the cuffs and, by releasing a small stream of particularly hot flames, started to heat up the metal. Thankfully this was a lot quieter than an industrial magitek blowtorch, and he could still hear some chatter out there which meant he might just get away with it.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 21 Oct 2015 9:06:22 PM No.41121336>>41121342>>41122093>>41122127
>>41121303 >Well, it certainly worked but... what was going on? Normally it would take far less time and far less effort to do this, was there something wrong with him? Patrick felt weaker with the flames than he usually did, was it a side-effect of being around her ice for so long? Could it be something else? Maybe he was out of practice.
>In either case, he stood up, wondering what to do next. Theoretically, if he burned a hole through the wall at the back of the room, he'd get out, but what else was there? Some kind of vent near the floor or the ceiling perhaps? No, he wouldn't be so lucky - they wouldn't put that kind of thing in an 'interview' room.
>Only one thing for it then.
>Placing his hands on he back wall, he channeled what he could of his magical energy and began to attempt melting through it, in order to create a hole large enough for him to slip through.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 3:31:50 PM No.41122138>>41122144
>>41122093 >>41122127 >Damn it, damn it, how long was this going to take!? Any second she could come back, or she might hear him and come running in anyway. Should he turn up the heat? Try to make a smaller hol- !!??
>A stone came loose from the wall, obviously the heat having much more of an effect on the binding agent than the material itself. He could use this! Putting pressure on the stone, he forced it out onto the other side, and then a portion of the rest of the wall quickly followed, some of the stone radiating a red light because of just how hot it was. Thankfully, he couldn't feel it.
Yeeeaaah! I am so good!
>His whispered cheer now complete, Patrick hopped through the hole, only to end up in...
!aLEJudith. 22 Oct 2015 3:43:49 PM No.41122144>>41122166
>>41122138 >>41122127 >Out of the frying pan and into the fire. >While Patrick triumphed in his successful escape attempt he neglects to actually look where his escape route would take him. Unfortunately for him not only was it in the wide open and hard to hide in training grounds, but it was also the time of day the majority would do their training.
>Fully armoured and using very real weapons.
>Now instead of dealing with the General's 'interveiw' he was now in an open space with 30 or so trained guard. And every last one had noticed him and shouted in unison.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 4:01:25 PM No.41122166>>41122172>>41122190
>>41122144 >Out of the frying pan and into the fire, indeed. >Thankfully, the fire just happened to be the place Patrick felt most comfortable.
Looks like I've stumbled into a bit of a problem.
>Whilst fighting 30 guys was a really bad idea, all he had to do was cut a path through them and get onto the roof somehow. After that, it'd just be a case of getting the hell out of here before that ice queen showed up.
Wow, all of you out here, working up a sweat in full armour? Didn't you see the weather report?
>A large wave of fire started to form around him, churning and channeling, almost appearing to warp his shape.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 4:12:30 PM No.41122190>>41122194>>41122230
>>41122166 >>41122172 >For all their shouting, it seemed he'd caught them off guard, which gave him a chance to set things up for his escape. The last thing he wanted was to get surrounded, so first he had to secure some space.
>Using the swirling flames, he crashed the wave of fire into the ground and pushed it in a line in front of him, attempting to create a wall between himself and the guards.
The Gaurd!aLEJudith. 22 Oct 2015 4:30:14 PM No.41122230>>41122234>>41122286
>>41122190 >>41122194 >The fire wall proves to be enough to not immediately get mobbed by the soldiers around him, but it didn't mean they didn't have means to attack him still.
>Five of those in the grounds were preforming archery drills and already have both bows and crossbows on hand. Now instead of wood and straw dummies, they have a flesh and bone target to fire upon. And though the flames they fire bolts and arrows towards the mage.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 4:50:22 PM No.41122286>>41122403
>>41122230 >Thunk! >An arrow shot straight past his side, the arrow blade ripping across his skin. It was a shallow wound, but the pain still reminded him that he was in the middle of a battlefield, and staying here was like committing some kind of ritual suicide.
>So, time for plan A! Hopefully his shoes would forgive him for this...
>Channeling as much power as he could in the base of his feet, he used what force he could to rocket himself upwards, trying to escape onto the roof while burning holes into his heels!
The Gaurd!aLEJudith. 22 Oct 2015 5:51:09 PM No.41122403>>41122429>>41122445
>>41122286 >The trainees on the ground can only watch helplessly as Patrick sails into the air and lands on the second story roof.
>And when Victoria walked back into the room, saw the hole in the wall, and the chaos beyond it she sighs and she adjusts her hat.
Mister Frye, you are an idiot.
>Welp, time to raise the alarm and get the whole city into a frenzy over one man. At least he was documented before he decided to run away. As long as he was within the kingdom's borders, he wouldn't be able to rest easy at all.
>While many of the guards were unable to do anything, the archers attempted to at least stop him with their ranged attacks.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 6:07:57 PM No.41122445>>41122582
>>41122403 >Even though the pain of his wound remained, Patrick couldn't help but grin as he soared onto the roof with the added boost from his magic. Even if he felt like he had less connection to it than before, he was still the Ace of Flames after all!
>Seeing several arrows fly in his direction, he brings up a quick blast of fire to roast their flights and send them off course. He couldn't believe it, after all that stress he was finally getting back out, free from his binds and away from General Neige!
Ha ha ha ha haaaa!
>The Ace let out a cheer as he leapt from tile to tile, heading both up and out until he reached the top of the roof section, spinning on his heels and shouting down to the crowd, raising his hat to the guardsmen below.
Gentlemen and women! You will always remember this as the day you almost caught Patrick James Frye!
>Well, there went that ego again. He'd probably have to dodge a couple more arrows and bolts for that one, but at least he was over the wall with a spring in his step!
The Guard!aLEJudith. 22 Oct 2015 7:19:15 PM No.41122582>>41122586>>41122600>>41122612
>>41122445 AFTER HIM YOU FOOLS!!!
>The general slips out of the same hole Patrick did and shouts commands at the men around her. She doesn't hesitate to throw several chunks of ice at him to get him to stop herself.
>And while the rest of the soldiers attempt to find a way to reach him the archers once again open fire in an attempt to hit him one last time.
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 7:34:46 PM No.41122612>>41122617>>41122699
>>41122582
>Only one thing came to mind as the various arrows, bolts and shard of ice collided with his back.
>*Fuck.*
>Just as he peaked over the other side of the roof, he found himself frozen in place, the arrow that hit him frozen in there with him and the bolt colliding with his shoulder, creating an intense amount of pain. Why did that woman always manage to hold him in place like this!?
>He was so close! If he could just break out, he'd be over the other side and he could run, hide or something!
Patrick Frye!pR.BaFF/uk 22 Oct 2015 7:37:59 PM No.41122617>>41122699
>>41122612 >Not this time.
>With a surge of heat, even if it was weaker than before, Patrick fought through the pain of injury and broke out of the ice in a burst of fire, kicking off with his feet and soaring towards the other edge of the roof.
>As much as he'd have loved to let out a cheer at his success, he could feel the numbness in parts of his body and the pain in others, reminding him that he couldn't get caught by another volley like that. Time to run!