Robert
*Mevis would realize he would have no way of stopping the collision given the speed at which he rushed forward. He would grit his teeth, preparing for electricity to course through his body, but was determined to knock the assassin off his feet as well.* 

*The unfortunate thing is that he would likely be partially paralyzed afterwards, and that was basically asking for a death sentence within the presence of an assassin. He needed someone to cover him as he would be recovering from the paralysis, but it didn't seem like the caretaker was in any position to do so.*

*Suddenly he would remember one of the rewards he had gotten on a quest. He certainly hoped it would activate in time, praying to fate or whatever being was watching over him for mercy. He would quickly yank a bongo from his pack as continued to slide-sweep toward the assassins, and bang it 3 times. Those vines weren't particularly strong, but it was better nothing, and he could use all the help he could get...*
Peggy
*POW*
The assassin would be sent flying as he got struck once more, an incredible feat against someone so competent.
Unfortunately, Mevis would not fare any better, as firstly he felt the pain inflicted by a deep cut on his right leg, before a numbness and lack of responsiveness in that limb that would render him temporarily immobile. Before long, he would also feel sluggish- This is the doing of **Mind Wraith**, and had anyone been able to strike him at that very moment, he would be good as dead.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to summon an assassin vine to cover him. The moment it sprouted, it shambled towards the cloaked figure, who had managed to get on a knee despite the heavy damage he received.

Vines slice through the air, attempting to rend the assassin apart, but even so damaged, he was a most formidable opponent.
*Swoosh*
Two vines fall apart. However, the third and fourth were another matter, for they struck true, digging deep into his shoulders. 

Hissing in pain, the assassin threw himself back, getting a good footing on the floor that would finally let him attempt to stand once more.
Robert
*Mevis would flinch from the sharp pain coursing through his leg. Damn, so that is what the dark aura magic was for. His greatest asset, his speed had been taken from him, albeit only for a moment, but in a fight a moment is all you need to either be alive or dead. He was glad his summon was covering for him, but it seemed like the assassin was going to tear it to shreds pretty soon. Mevis figured he would have to slow the assassin down somehow else he would soon be the one torn to shreds.* 

*From his compromised position on the ground, he would launch another Sonic Blast at the assassin foot just as it got good footing. He hoped that would force the assassin to either stand his ground and thus lock him in place, allowing the vines to do their work, or cause the assassin to lose their balance and fall onto the caltrop filled floor. Of course if it turns out the assassin had significant amount of leg strength, then his attack would be useless, but at least it is worth a shot*

```Sonic Blast cast, 5 mana regen. 75/110 mana remaining```
Peggy
Seeing the sonic blast coming, the assassin hastily stumbled out of the way, coincidentally putting him directly in the path of another wave of the vine's attacks.
*Shink- Splat!*
Another vine is severed, but the last one makes its mark, dragging thorns across the assassin's back.
Hissing in pain, even though the assassin's face remains shadowed, his eyes seem to gleam a terrifying red for a brief moment as he turns to Mevis.
Then a spear is summoned in his free hand, which he throws straight at him while Mevis is still helpless and affected by the lethargy of **Mind Wraith.**
```Spearshot.```
Robert
*Using the same trick again huh? Well unlike last time Mevis could see it coming, so even if he was still a bit lethargic, he now had the option of properly defending against it. He would feel his leg also regain its sensation. Not wasting the opportunity to get back on his feet again, he would attempt to get up with his reinforced arms raised. He knew better than to take such a powerful strike head on. Thus, using the same technique he was taught to redirect strong linear kicks and punches, he would angled his arms to direct the spearshot away from his body. He would be spending all of his focus this turn to do so since he had to recover from his compromised position, but thankfully the vine was still active to keep the assassin distracted for at least 1 more turn. He would bend his knees, preparing to rush in the moment he saw the chance assuming he was successful with deflecting the spear*