Michael
"Alright then. Let me take out the one wielding the arbalest." *She reloaded her crossbow again, with a slight grunt. This time, she chose one of the five heavy bolts she was carrying in the quiver - it was made to pierce heavy suits of armor, but it will do just as good against leather - and might do a good job immobilising the enemy. After all, it's hard to move with a big, sharp piece of iron in your body.*
"Did you see anything else? It's kind of suspicious that they're just meditating... The guard did manage to alert them after all."
Donna
*As Thistle draws a bolt from the quiver, as voice speaks up. It sounds like it's from the leader, and it is harsh, like a cold knife.*

"Kill them."

*The magic shields disappear, and the 4 warriors stand to attention. Only the dark armored one would remain. The sickle user and arbalest user would stay on the platform, while the hook sword and unarmed would jump down. The sickle user's weapons would be strapped to his belt, but a large, dark spear would form in his hands, and throws it at the armored target. The arbalest user would do the same, twin projectiles hurtling towards Akaise. The unarmored man would begin to shift, until a massive, armored beast stood in its place. That was the reason for the helmet having a snout: the user had one.*
Elijah
*As soon as she heard the voice of what she presumed to be the leader, Akaise raised her steel heater shield up to protect herself. Four millimeters of pure steel, able to shrug off most attacks as if they were nothing... Although she wasn't able to see the projectiles hurtling towards her, she hoped their impacts wouldn't dent it too badly.*

*Her head turned left and right, trying to identify as many enemies as she could. From her current position, only the bear and the guard wielding hook swords could be seen, illuminated by the massive red crystal within the deep darkness. The former might be trouble...*

*Akaise fired a Plasma Shot with her right hand, aiming for the eye area of the bear's helmet if they were facing her. In such close proximity, the spell's radiant flames would be bright enough to blind them for a while, or at least prevent them from seeing properly in such a dark room; the light of the burning pitch would also help make it more visible. Bears didn't normally wear armor — if her enemy was actually a man under the effect of a soul transformation, a few well-placed hits would serve to force them back into their regular form. Such a transformation was incredibly dangerous... She'd need to make it revert quickly, lest she let her teammates get mauled to death. They didn't seem to have enough armor to defend against such attacks.*
```Akaise casts Plasma Shot. -5 mana. 95/100 mana remaining.
Akaise regains 3.5 mana. 98.5/100 mana remaining.```
Tyrone
Fuck.

*Fuck.*

**FUCK.**

*That's the fucking beast they were on about. It's wearing full body armour. And it's coming to tear them all to shreds. Hitoshi feels her heart pump like never before. If that thing gets anywhere near her, it's gonna tear her apart like **Paper!***

*As Akaise fires at the bear, Hitoshi grits her teeth and faces away from it for a moment, hiding behind Akaise until she gets even a small chance to evade detection again. Her first attack is a shot to the hook sword wielder's... Groin. It's quite possibly the least honourable shot anyone could pull off... But if it hits, that shit is going to **Hurt**. Which means that that shit is going to incapacitate him long enough to finish him off, or at least prevent him from running towards either her or Thistle and killing them.*

*If the shot doesn't connect (somehow, maybe a spell or smth) Hitoshi draws her ninja-to with her left hand, swapping her bow to her right, and dreads the inevitable melee conflict that she's trying so hard to avoid.*