Dante - Approaching the Palace Grounds
Of course, Dante had his own horse. Usually he didn't bother with them, but today it just felt appropriate. Normally he would be covered in gold-plated armor, but since they were supposed to be relatively discreet on this mission he had traded it in for black, leather armor and a mask that covered the bottom half of his face. Unlike most of the other Masters, Dante was fairly well involved with affairs above ground, and so he didn't want to risk being recognized.
This would not be a simple battle for him. While the doctor in the infirmary had patched him up well from his travels into Oblitus and given him some kind of elixir that was meant to help him regain his strength, he still felt mentally exhausted. On top of that, it was night; the time of day when he was least powerful.
What I wouldn't give to have those rocks at my disposal right now... he thought. Still, Dante knew this was the most important event in the history of the Underground: the day they finally took back the city. He wouldn't miss it for the world.
Micah - Near the Gates
Micah was trying his best to keep himself still, but seemed to be failing miserably at it. He'd been standing there for three hours, and his feet were killing him. However, he came to attention as soon as a man walked past, but was surprised to hear him actually address him.
"You'd best ready yourself. I don't think tonight is going to be peaceful. I just hope to Aditi I'm wrong."
Micah looked at the man, his eyes wide with concern. "H-how can you tell?" he asked.
He didn't get to hear the answer as some newcomers arrived. They were an odd group, and Micah could feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck just by looking at them. A scary, seemingly blind lady that he just knew was staring right at him somehow, a freakishly tall guy, and... A child? No, wait, that was a dwarf. Children didn't have beards. Unless it was a fake beard... Micah's eyes lingered on the dwarf for a moment as he pondered the question. However, he was quickly distracted by the
thing that was following them: a small figure clad in leather, with this freaky bird mask. Micah's eyes practically bugged out of his head.
The young guard's gaze shifted to the blind woman when she spoke. Something about orphans? That didn't make any sense; they were the Royal Guard, not a charity. Besides, who took a group like this to ask for help? They looked more like warriors than- Micah blinked, remembering the man's warning. He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand before blurting out anxiously, "What's with the mask?!"