Keri
As the knight moves ever closer he doesn't let up with the beam, constantly tracking behind the knight, who would be force to move in a circular motion as it got closer.
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He prepares to drop the attack and do some sick ass action movie shit, before being interrupted by Tabby's warning, he considers for a moment, he could step back and let whatever is about to happen happen, or he could just charge in and ignore the warning.
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He smiles behind his helmet and nods to the drone.
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As he lets go of the trigger and drops the rifle, the beam ceases with a soft fizzle, before Cumhall swiftly charges forward, there was a soft hissing and a series of clicks as his robotic right arm began to shift and contract, drawing back as small metal panels opened with spurts of flame and steam.
Jeremy
The drone knew immediately what to do, it would likely be safe from attack due to its small size and aerial mobility, it would rocket forth with an impressive speed towards the knight, but stop short of slamming into its face, swiftly the drone flipped over, latching onto the knights helmet and blasting it with flame, the attack would be of minor inconvenience as the knight could easily grab the drone with its free hand, and probably wouldn't even hinder the knight's perception yet should be just enough of a distraction for Cumhall to get one good strike in.
Wilfredo
The knight continues in its sprint about Cumhall, up until the moment he released his trigger. As he lowered his rifle and thus cancelled the channeling of the oncoming beam, it took on a straightened path towards the ranged-attack user before it, now full-sprinting directly towards him, the knight's right hand still firmly upon the handle of the sheathed, crimson blade. 

***`Grasp.`***

Tabby's lightning-based rope ravels about the knight's right hand, its electric jolt rippling through the knight's armor and across its arm, jolts of electricity buzzing throughout his body as the spell's arcane offensive took effect.

*However.*

***The knight's grip on its sword does not so much budge as an inch.***

Exiled Eclipse Knight, the Silver Otaaraa, of the **Arueian Order of the Right Hand of Duty.**

He was one who was born, raised, lived, and existed for a sole purpose: to never voice his own identity, and to live solitarily as a dutiful Right Hand of the Eclipse. His body was a testament to this simple order, and so too was his grip. He was indeed a dutiful Right Hand, and was never to err from the blade of knighthood. **Neither the shock nor the pulling force of the ability could move the knight or his strengthened Right Hand a single centimeter.** For he was dutiful to the Order of the Right Hand, even in exile, and even unto death. The blade represented his pride and soul, and could never be parted from his person; it had grown so close to his nature that it had even become an *Object of prayer.*

The knight, seeing a shift in battleplans, turns and sets its eyes on Tabby, who pertinaciously clung to him and sought to immobilize him in his offensive against Cumhall. 

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The knight silently mouthed two sentences, its mouth hidden beneath the glimmering silver of its helm. Its eyes, emboldened by the halo of the Eclipse, emanate a dim red glow, as the knight's spirit is roused. Those peering crimson eyes which shifted off of Cumhall rested upon the form of the Steel Defender which grew close, as the knight's grip on its sword shift~~`s `~~

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From right shoulder to left hip—
Overshadowed by an arcane curtain of flowing blood, lingering within the atmosphere like a stroke of a red-inked brush across a canvas—
***The Steel Defender, so precariously and defenselessly placed in the knight's offensive reach, __is instantaneously split in two.__***

***`CLINK`***

The sword was found back in its sheathe before its crimsonless silver could be seen, open, by the naked eye.

***`Hhhhummm...`***

As it was for Tabby when she found herself behind the knight, so too was it for the oncoming drone. The knight's *Mundane* Eyes may have departed from Cumhall's form, yet his *Transmundane* Eyes of an arcane, awakened nature had never left. Indeed, he was watching *Both of them simultaneously,* The cold chill of his watching, crimson eyes peering above and beyond physical limitations, granting him the ability to react to the drone as it approached rapidly from **Behind.**
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***`Swing!`***

...A loose, bloodless, and unenchanted slash. Strong, coordinated, and dexterous, yet not utterly devastating as his earlier attack, the **Knight swung at the oncoming drone as it approached,** Seeking to either split it in half or force it to adjust its course of approach as so not to directly latch on to the knight's helm. The slash was lacking of the arcane envelopment of crimson energy that it once possessed, gleaming with only the silver shine of the metal itself. As such, the knight sheathed the weapon in haste.

***`CLINK`***
Vernon
"Oh, *Shit*....." Tabby says, looking rather defeated and placing her hand to her muzzle, idly thinking — clearly not too effected by the sudden destruction of the automaton — about what to do next.

*Oh, well that's a thought...* She thinks to herself, glancing at the two squabbling people over there before turning her back and walking away calmly.

She scoops up her crossbow off the ground and uses her *Bonus Action* To cast a 4th level *Searing Smite*, the magic bolt loading into the crossbow's flight groove, burning with an extreme amount of arcane *Fire*, the bow's string cocking back as energy flows out through her gauntlets, combining with that of the intricately crafted *Ruby of the War Mage* Adorned on said weapon and forming into a searing shot.

*Well, let's cross our paw and see what happens..*

So, Tabby turns around, well outside of what she *Theorizes* Could be the knight's max range, and takes the action to *Attack*, shooting one lava-like ammunition aimed squarely at the knight's right kneecap, hoping to stagger or throw the foe off-balance. The bow instantly reloads, ready for Tabby's *Extra Attack*, aimed directly at the knight's upper chest — should the knight falter in stance, the energy would certainly hit around the chin of the terrible adversary.

Yes, Tabby is indeed going to camp out Otaaraa, and take as many pot-shots as possible while doing so with the comfort of her Smite at her side.

With the defender out of the fray, Tabby is forced to *End her Turn*, hoping that the knight would be slain then and there.