Vernon
Her hair raises as the knight appears, ddrawing her crossbow before — *CrRkKKCRACKKKkkkk*

The roof in front of her is sliced cleanly, causing her to stumble back and fall flat on her rear. Through some absolute miracle, Tabby manages to maintain *Concentration* On *Invisibility* (I rolled a 10, which is the absolute minimum to keep con if you didn't take damage), holding on for dear life as the knight stands in front of her, managing to keep the spell under control. 

Despite her *Invisibility*, Tabby does let out an audible "HO-HO-HO-LY *SHIT*", loud enough for both of Cumhall and Foster to catch wind of.

She stands back up, slowly, bringing her arm down to her side and considering her options, drawing a pocketwatch with a *Very* Long chain from her *Trinket* Bag and letting it extend to its fullest, holding it as though one would a pendulum, just in case the knight does something silly like attack again. She makes a stance she deems threatening **Without** Moving forward and takes the *Ready* Action, still invisible to all that don't have the keen senses like that of the enemy before her. The pendulum beginning to swing, benign for the moment. Tabby prepares to cast *Sleep* With her action.

Without her Steel Defender to back her up, Tabby *Ends her Turn*.
Virginia
He analyzed the man who presumably was trailing him, looking down at his extended hand. Most mercenaries he'd known had no sense of courtesy, but this one did strangely enough. He smirked, his lips parting into a wide smile, "Ah," He raised both his hands, turning down the man's handshake, "I wouldn't touch me. Blue root infeste—" His speech was interrupted, a thundering sound reverberating throughout the air.

**CRASH**

**RUMBLE...**

The stone of the rooftop began to crumble down from the rooftop, averting his gaze to the situation. Atop the roof stood a knight of renowned stature, wielding a ginormous sword—too big for any ordinary man. Yet also, a scream from the winds cried out. _Was the knight attacking an unseen individual?_ For why else would the warrior strike the roof? Neither of the two mercenaries were near it. He looked in awe at the knight, his pupils diverting their attention to the great barricade that halted his approach. `So that's why...` Something had revealed itself to the man, turning his attention to Cumhall as **His body began to waver.**

"I'd like to consider myself a smart man—one with a good sense of people. You're a good fellow. S'why I suggest you try to get out of here while that knight's distracted." His body had begun to **Dissipate**, "See the damage that one blow caused? I don't plan on getting anywhere near that kind of power myself. But—hey. It's your life. You wanna fight that monster, go ahead. Me though? I can only wish you luck, friend." The mercenary wished Cumhall luck in whatever path he decided, **The man's body vanished in a black smoke.**

. . .

`Bastard...!`
Keri
He watched in awe at the sight of the knight, Aint that a fuckin sight he thought, certainly a formiddable foe and not one he could take on his own, he was semi confident in his ability to not die but he doubted he could fell such an enemy alone.
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The stranger vanished.
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With the aid departed he sought to re-analyze the situation, the only consolation was the knight's apparent lack of ranged weaponry, though magic could not be ruled out, and he still held a few trump cards should things get.. Dicey.
The sword was powerful, and it had reach, he began to think of ways to invalidate or disarm the knight but all were impractical and unlikely to work.
Though as he thought he began to formulate a.. Well plan was a stetch, a course of action.
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He reaches into a pouch on his belt and drew out a large vaugely square shaped device and attatched it to the side of his rifle, he held down a switch and began to shift around components on the gun transforming it into something new.
He pulled the trigger and instead of a bolt what came out was a bright searing beam of white energy that crackled and sizzled with instability, his target was the knight's chest, the initial impact would be staggering, though for one as heavily armoured as the knight pose little danger, yet if the preassure was held too long, the armour would surely melt.
Wilfredo
The brilliant crimson sheen of the blade gliding before her very eyes—
The defiance of its reach, its cutting edge far beyond its length —
The violent fury of its arcane energy, like that of a dying star—
The piercing of a veil, wounding the very atmosphere—

***—the form of the blade, like a cascade of blood, obliquely slashing her feeble form of flesh asunder.***

*`ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʀɪᴍꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴏʟᴇʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ.`*


The blade would rip her skin, flesh, bone and body apart; her torso would be rent in two upon the impact of the lengthened blade's killing edge. 
*The lethality of the attack was such that it could be felt **Before it had even happened.***

 That grim end would be her inevitable future if she did not rescind her careless action and struggle for her own life. The crimson, arcane extension of the blade's form traversed a preposterous distance of over five meters, cutting from the upper-left to the lower-right in an unblockable, all-piercing slash. She would be granted the single option to anticipate and dodge the attack before it even happened, her sole escape route to **Leap from the roof to the street leading to the greattower.**



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As Tabby's following acts decided the outcome of her life, the knight glances down at the form of the second intruder — the third having left of his own volition, strangely enough — and beholds as he constructed a device with the intent to utilize it as a weapon to strike itself down. The knight, with its right hand still rested firmly on its now-sheathed blade, leaps from the vantagepoint of the rooftop in tandem with the trigger being pulled, dashing forth as so to **Clear distance between itself and Cumhall.** 

The initial blast **Barely missed its chest and head as the knight leapt from the building in anticipation of the attack.** Cumhall would have to move swiftly to neutralize its movement, lest he wish to leave himself within the proximity of its **Unsheathed, extended blade.**