She sends another thunder spell at his machina and finishes clearing up his men before stalking towards him, eyes intent.

"I have questions," she hisses.

"I- I- I have nothing to tell you, heretic!"

This is clearly above his paygrade.

"So...you don't know a way into Via Purifico? Then I suppose you're useless to me..."

She spins the sword idly around her hand.

"How should I kill you, I wonder...?"

"Wait! Wait, please, don't- I don't want to die! Via...Via Purifico you said? There is way, through the sewers below, I swear!"

"Show me," she orders.

He seems terrified by the idea. "I-I can't!"

Hasira's fingers send sparks dangerously close to his face.

"There's an entrance on the lower level of the temple! Please don't kill me!"

"And I can get there without people noticing?"

"Only guards go down there! Sometimes warrior monks, but they only do that when they're putting prisoners in there."

"There, that wasn't that hard now, was it?"

He whimpers. "Please don't hurt me?"

"You're pathetic," Hasira says, tone almost bland. And runs him through with the sword still in her hand.

Gurgle. Dead.

She may not have a guide now, but the way to a dungeon is never hard to find.

Well. Better no guide that a gutless worm who would likely be looking for any opportunity to give her away. She takes a moment to make sure she isn't overly mussed from her fighting, and makes her way to the temple, absently whistling the hymn.

That helps her to blend in with the Yevonites, though her path to the prison entrance will make her slightly more obvious.

She is, when she puts her mind to it, surprisingly good at fading into the background. She'd prefer not to have to wade through bodies to get to the prison entrance. But she will if she has to.

Then, most likely as a result from her attack on the guardhouse, a contingent of warrior monks emerges and gathers around the entrance. 

Looks like fun. She spins fire around her sword rather than the lightning she's been favouring thus far.

The warrior monks have not noticed her yet, and form up into orderly rows, a few machina rising behind them, clearly not the lightning weak Al Bhed kind.

Hasira considers them, fishes into her bag to withdraw a grenade, she spins it on her finger, primes it, and heaves it towards the warrior monks with an overhand throw.

The grenade is a little different to most Al Bhed grenades, enhanced by Hasira's own magic. The explosions are always impressive.

The warrior monks are well trained, so while the grenade takes down one row, the row behind is protected with shell and protect.

She does love a challenge. A second grenade gets flung, aimed at the machina behind the warrior monks, and a fira spell at the monks themselves.

The monks were not ready for the way the grenade ripped through one machina, felling it. 

The monks reformed around the two left, and braced themselves against fire spells. The shell surrounding them wavers, but none noticed it. 

Well. Time to change it up then. She figures she may as well try lightning again.