Even face down in the dirt, Fossil could not mistake the voice that followed Marcellus' announcement. But it was far more panicked than Fossil had ever heard it. She couldn't expend the breath to shout back, but in the moment she was below the soldiers blows she curled her feet under herself and pushed against the ground as hard as she could, throwing herself between the legs of one of the soldiers and out of their grasp for a moment. It was enough time for a girl who now had something to lose to struggle to her feet. Marcellus was on a horse, and so was Nadya. From a distance, she appeared to have many minor injuries and something in her arm. Between Fossil and the all important horse was the Inquisitor, and coming at the Inquisitor and soldiers fast was Lewin. There was no time for a fight with the Inquisitor, verbal or otherwise, and Lewin would do that anyway right? Without giving it much thought, Fossil dashed forward, aiming to speed by the Inquisitor.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>The warrior hadn't rushed Haeftin as predicted. Instead, he was racing terrifyingly towards the inquisitorial soldiers and Mezmoriia. That was not acceptable. Nor was the realization that the target seemed to be slipping a way again, and another warrior had reached the prisoner. Haeftin muttered the most crude curse he could think of before running to the aid of Mezmoriia. Things were not going to plan. This was not efficient operation.<br/>It looked like the warrior wouldn't be burned so easily. A slightly more indirect attack then.<br/>The blast nymph had only an instant to execute his plan. As soon as the sparks reached his fingertips Haeftin threw them in front of the warrior. The resulting blast would not be lethal, but if Haeftin's math was right the shockwave would send the warrior flying backward a good ten yards. And Haefin's math was good on this, he'd made a lot of explosions.