The Alftar man backed away from the warriors, frowning deeply. Aisha's suggestion merely got a growl from him, low and under his breath. He'd dropped his sword on the way out, but still had his catalyst. He doubted even psionics magic could take out everyone at once. He wouldn't have enough time to move and cast the spells before one of the others inevitably overpowered him. He could hear Bellant's footsteps coming from behind him, as well as guards approaching. There was no way he would be able to simply run.<br/><br/>Luck came to him, however, as Calaerwen shouted a warning at the others. It caught Magnus' attention, and he turned to look at her when she said it.<br/><br/>The assassin took advantage of that. Drawing a steel throwing knife from beneath his cloak, he sent it shooting forward with a psionic blast. The blade hit the blacksmith in the stomach with great force, and tore through his clothing easily. As the Teryn stumbled backward, the assassin cast one more spell. A teleportation, which took effect after a moment of delay. He was pulled off the ground, into a blue vortex that opened for half a moment, and was gone.<br/><br/>Magnus had been pushed back by the sheer force of the knife's impact. Blood began to spread outward from the wound, staining the cloth around it. He dropped the halberd he had picked up and fell against the railing of his shop's porch, which he gripped tightly with one hand to keep himself on his feet. His other hand went to the knife's handle. Instinct caused him to try to remove the weapon; a bad idea. Even the slightest movement he gave it sent waves of burning pain through him, and the knife's sharp edges cut apart his flesh even more.<br/><br/>If he had to guess, the knife seemed to be made of elven glass. It was incredibly sharp, so every little writhe of pain or even breaths he took caused it to move and cut him more deeply. The core, however, was something heavier. It had kept the blade in one piece on impact, as opposed to shattering when it hit him head-on.<br/><br/>The specifics weren't exactly on his mind, however. He released the knife's handle and held himself up with both hands now, letting out a string of curses and pained sounds. He attempted to reach for his talisman, hoping to cast a healing miracle, but with the blade still in him and with nothing to really stop the bleeding, that would've been a bad idea. His flesh would have sealed around it.