Gate of Memoirs/In a Bind

Taken into custody by the Praetor, there is little you can do for the moment as the Tinkerer is taken away.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Dead God's Law"	Music: "Dead God's Law"
 	
*Trails of light pierce the night sky as Avyn's sword shifts between space.
*Despite her advantage, Avyn finds herself dancing closer and closer to the edge each time an arrow nearly finds its mark.
*Finally, a burst volley from either side hems her in, and she finds herself on her back.
 	
*Strategos: You've nowhere to run now.
*Strategos: It's not as if I didn't give you a way out, Avyn.
*Strategos: Why do you have to make things so difficult?
 	
*Every footstep seems to tune itself out of Avyn's head.
*A staticky noise begins to fill the space instead.
 	
*Avyn: (I'm...hearing things...)
*Avyn: (Did I hit my head too hard?)
 	
*Strategos: And now things will have to end this way.
*Strategos: I've already staked out your little place. A single whistle and your friends would be hard-pressed to escape.
*Strategos: ...But you still have a choice.
 	
*Strategos: Come with me, Avyn.
 	
*?: <Target: Vulnerable.>
 	
*Avyn: ... ...
 	
*Avyn: ...!
 	
*In a blinding flash, Avyn's form scatters into myriad particles, only to reappear directly behind the Strategos.
 	
*Even a huntress so tempered by years on the field and mechanical innovation could only predict so much...
 	
*—The sword comes down heavily upon her side, drawing blood and circuit alike.
*The Strategos stumbles and falls, crippled by the devastating blow.
 	
*Avyn: I would rather perish fighting for my own freedom.
Music: "Source Hall" 	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*Azius' Voice: AVYN!
*Having acted on your sinking feeling at Avyn's prolonged absence, you cut off the argument between the Armorer and the Tinkerer, and go in search.
 	
*Avyn: ... You're safe!
*Avyn: Andaria said she'd staked out the place.
 	
*Azius: Misdirection is an essential skill for hunters.
*Azius: Either way, we should make sure she can't call for backup.
 	
*Avyn: Surely you don't mean—
 	
*Azius: Now, really! Stop jumping to conclusions!
 	
*Azius: I hope your mechanical lackeys know how to patch you up, Strategos, because—
 	
*?: And I hope you are prepared for your due punishment.
 	
*The immense red form of the Praetor comes into view, along with a strike force of Grievesnares.
*Praetor: Fancy catching all of you in one fell swoop.
 	
*Avyn: Andaria...
 	
*Strategos: No, this wasn't...
*Strategos: What are you doing here?
 	
*Praetor: I long suspected you were letting a certain misbehaving subordinate do as she pleases.
 	
*Praetor: And on top of that, even the Armorer is in on it!
*Praetor: This spreading corruption among our ranks is shameful.
 	
*Azius: Well, you have me to thank for that, I'm sure.
 	
*Praetor: Silence, traitor.
 	
*Praetor: All units, round up these miscreants.
*Praetor: And in lieu of your...less than stellar performance, Strategos...
*Praetor: You are now dismissed from duty.
*Praetor: Put her in chains as well.
 	
*Left without a choice and surrounded on all sides, you surrender your weapon.
*The Praetor lumbers up to Azius in particular, looming over him.
 	
*Praetor: As for you, Tinkerer, you have the honor of going before the Archon himself to stand trial.
 	
*Azius: Well! That's an offer I can't refuse.
 	
*Praetor: No more tricks.
 	
*With an awful crack, Azius falls limp from the strike.
 	
*Praetor: Take them to the holding cells.
 	
*Avyn: (This is bad...)
 	
*Avyn: ...?
 	
*Avyn: (What was that?...)