"Clearly, those barrels weren't enough to slow those bastards down after all. Good thought, but those guards might not have that many screws... Unlike most." Blake muttered, chuckling at his failed attempt to help. "However, I can't sit on my laurels now! I need to get out of here without drawing more attention than need be."<br/><br/>With a few more moments on his spell of concealment and this wall of smoke in play, this might have been Blake's chance of sweet escape. He gave chase to the brave gunslinger, watching her lug someone over her shoulder, continuing to fire more smokescreen bullets. As he neared the woman, the concealing power began to fade...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hate to draw more attention... But!"</span>Stopping in his track, he turned around to the knights still chasing after the hooded figure. With one hand on the ground...<span style="font-style: italic">"O earth beneath, dance to my song!"</span>With his incantation, a large boulder arose from the ground, aim for a perfect strike against the knights. Blake jumped back into the smoke, following after the hooded figure, his concealment finally wearing off. "It was good while it lasted."