( If this attack continues, they will not be safe; that's exactly what Jack's afraid of. The falling bombs, the crackling electricity. Broken glass, shifting stone. He can see it in his mind's eye, the horrible nightmare that could be sections of the castle collapsing. The stonework crumbling and falling through, and crushing the people unfortunate enough to be trapped underneath it. Their bodies. The line of blood streaking from a headwound, just like-

The dungeons have warding. They stop magic. Kyle might not be able to teleport out, Istredd might not be able to break through it. He doesn't know, but he isn't willing to sit on the sidelines and take that chance.

He'd come down here just- to check, to tell them, to maybe try and rationalize with the guards using his absolutely nonexistent charisma to convince them to unlock the doors. Something; anything. It's much less of a concrete plan than Dion apparently has. )

Oh, shit, is this- ( He stops himself; lowers his voice into a harsh, incredulous whisper. ) Is this a prison break? Are you sure that's the best idea? Maybe we could try talking to them first-

( Before Dion can answer, a rumble shakes the foundations of the stonework. It's subtle, everything holds solid and fast, but they can feel the deep, bassy warning of it beneath their feet. )

Fuck-, okay never mind. Are you confident you can get the cell doors open?