Maya watched as the shadow he'd aided in eradicating got completely wrecked, feeling a sense of relief that the thing had been put down. They weren't invincible, and it likely would've been destroyed even without a dynamic entry, but they made her incredibly uneasy. Anything that kept moving after getting one of her arrows through the skull tended to be pretty terrifying.<br/><br/>She waved her hand, giving her response to Allister's question. "I'm okay!" She responded, hopping off of Moira for a moment. She scrambled over to the pinned shadow, grabbed her arrow behind the tip, and yanked it from its skull. It was covered in a viscous liquid, which made her cringe and put it back on the ground. "Ech," She mumbled, wiping her hand off on the shadow's body. One arrow down, 39 to go. She didn't imagine the fletching would take well to being clumped together, and an arrow that couldn't fly was basically useless.<br/><br/>Upon returning to her mount's saddle, she listened to the plan and gave a nod. "I'll come and help," She offered. The more people they could save, the better.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Tevyn, meanwhile, was still strolling through alleyways and trying to avoid the brunt of the chaos. Upon passing behind a shadow, he put two bullets in the thing's knees. All the magical rounds he'd formed were spent now, but 'reloading' the weapon was as simple as focusing his magic into the revolving chamber. With more projectiles formed, he kept walking along, turning one corner only to be met face to face with three shadows.<br/><br/>"Ah, hell. Bones, down." He spoke over his shoulder. The tarrasque released its grip on him and ran away, taking cover behind a nearby box. Only the top of his face was visible on the occasions he peeked up to see what was happening. Tevyn approached the shadows, and when one rushed at him, he responded by holding his gun out. The barrel's blade pierced its face, and he emptied the chamber. Six bullets had actually been enough this time, because when it fell, it didn't get back up. The other two came for him, and he raised his gun once more, only to be met with a click.<br/><br/>With a curse, he instead fought with his sword and the weapon's blade, which was honestly sort of useless for actually doing the type of damage blades were known to do. It left some nasty scratches, sure, but it wasn't a proper melee weapon. He decided to swap it out for his other sword, and 'sheathed' the one he was holding in one of the shadows' chests. His now-freed hand removed the bottle from his gun holster, and after giving a hard overhead swing to the heads of one of the shadows, he sheathed his gun and grabbed his other sword. The bottle was then tossed to Bones, who reached out and caught it, as Tevyn grabbed his second blade and pulled it out of the shadow's torso. With both swords in hand, he continued his physical assault, slicing the shadows open at various points and running them through multiple times.<br/><br/>While he was holding his own well enough against the small group, the horde that was converging on his position would prove much less simple to deal with.