[Funkduder]

They ran north, Michael and Dante, towards the armory by rooftop. Corinth wasn't exactly constructed to be a fortress, but they at least had some guards on the rooftops, guards who didn't appreciate trespassers.
"Hey! What are you doing here-Wha!"
Michael pushed him to the side with an "Artificer's errand. Out of the way!" type of gesture. The guards weren't amused, but that didn't matter after the hooded people got on to the rooftops as well. They threw the gaurds off of the roof with telekinetic force and then extended their powers towards the pair.
Michael growled with the amount of concentration being split between running away and holding up a block to make sure that they weren't tossed around themselves.
"Help me out, Dante! If you can find a way to distract them while we get to the armory, we just might make it!" Michael would've done it himself if he wasn't afraid of losing his concentration.