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The short trip from Ireland to Alexandria was... interesting.

Sensations Semyon couldn't quite describe filled his form for a moment, as if his body had touched upon something long forgotten. It was over in an instant, almost before he could start to wonder just what it was he had felt. Sweeping wings, a brief... something... then gone, and Isis opened her arms to reveal their destination. 

Semyon took a moment to look it over, scanning the high shelves and grand columns. His eyes laid upon pages and pages of bound knowledge, knowing that even more lay on every side. He spent a moment to take it all in, then nodded, once.

It certainly did live up to rumor.

Any remnants of a smile faded once again, however, as the now-bird goddess spoke. Her words drew his gaze to the hulking statues flanking their destination, the comment on the Library's own custodians pulling his pale lips into an even deeper frown. The statues of Set stood tall and strong, their stone forms unlikely to feel much from mere pistol rounds. Those blades gleamed wickedly, but a simple stomp or punch from such a creature would likely do more harm. Their figures gave the illusion of sloth, but mere presence wouldn't be enough to guard against committed seekers. Perhaps they were just a front -which case the true foes lay inside- but just as likely they were faster than appeared...

...Peppering the eyes might work, blind or hamper their vision enough to slip past. Or perhaps suggest they all target the wrists and ankles, weaken them enough for gravity to do the constructs in... But there were the custodians too, so they should hit fast and keep moving, or else break past the guardians, luring them away to dispatch without the custodians interfering...

Semyon's thoughts paused for the moment, the Wight closing his eyes and growing very, very still.

[i]The halls of the largest of Libraries. And combat is all I see.[/i]

He was soldier first and scholar second, and would be forever. A Pity.

"Not my first thought." Semyon opened his eyes to the sound of his comrade's suggestion, volunteering to serve as a living missile. He spoke the words quietly, not meaning judgment, simply thinking aloud. "But volunteers are ones to respect..."

Stepping to the back of their little group, he quietly drew his Stechkin from it's holster, raising his voice as he idly attached the weapon's suppressor. 

"Hit them here, then duck in. Or run past them, and fight inside." Suppressor secure, Semyon drew the hammer back, holding the weapon calmly at his side- in time to see the one he thought was a golem hurl the volunteer straight for a construct.

They were ones to act fast. Admirable, in a way.

 "... It seems we have little time to choose. Move quickly. I'll take rear."