The fire is calling

Of course. Of fucking course the blasted thing would make itself known when Alexis was about to be skewered by a horde of assassins.

Then again it made sense. The Brotherhood were likely the only ones keeping track of the hammer parts’ location, and they needed it right now. So why would they not grab the part they had access to?
And now they would most likely get the second, if her companion and her didn’t manage to make it out of here by some miracle.
Fucking fantastic.

Rising anger finally managed to pull her out of her fire and artefact induced stupor, and she started to follow her companion willingly rather than force him to drag her along. If they wanted the hammer head, she was going to make them work for it.

Now with her head a little clearer she assessed the situation the two of them had found themselves in. The hatch was still reachable despite the fire, but it seemed unlikely the assassins didn’t know about this, so they were probably awaiting them on the other side to turn them into pin cushions. Or something along those
lines.
As much as she looked around however, it seemed the only way out.
Well…
She looked back to the swiftly spreading flames.
… the only way for her companion that was.

Alexis didn’t really want to follow that train of thoughts to its conclusion. It was pretty much a moot point anyway, with several black robes still awaiting them across the flames. Between a rock and a hard place, yet again.

Alright, first things first. Alexis grabbed another sack yet not fallen victim to the fire and held it out to her companion, gesturing to use it as a makeshift cover.
Not the finest shield to ever exist, but it would hopefully still catch an arrow or two.

Grabbing one for herself, her eyes were drawn back again to the dancing flames as if they were calling to her.

There was a distinct chance, depending on what they would find in the other side of that hatch, that in the end she would return to heed that call.