Turning away from Milo with a word of thanks as he left, he looked to Josh and Morwenna.<br/>"Alright, we have to go," he said, beginning to root through the bag Milo had left. He pulled out a pair of knives and tossed them to Morwenna.<br/>"Take these, I have my own." He reached down and pulled up the cuff of his jeans to pull the knives from their hiding spots in his boots. Now actually armed and assured that the other two knew what was happening, he turned to the door to join the fray outside. "Don't either of you get killed. Don't stay in here, there's practically an entire battalion headed this way, so get out quickly if you don't want to be cornered. If you are, I can't really do enough to help, and I'd rather not go down with you were that to happen," he stated before kicking open the door, always the dramatic one. Sprinting out of the mess hall, he left them to their devices.<br/><br/>It only took him seconds to find a group of roman campers and put his plan in action. In case of an attack, children of Loki were to cause as much chaos and disruption within enemy ranks as possible. Vern planned to do exactly that. Scatter the troops and disrupt the order, and their army would fall apart, so he set to his task as rapidly as he could. He focused his mind and formed illusions of a group of norse campers around a corner and out of sight of the romans he saw, then making the illusions run forward to mix into the ranks of the romans. He grinned as a melee ensued, the romans swinging at their ethereal opponents. Confusion set in as they swung weapons straight through their assailants only to hit their own troops. Infighting was only a matter of seconds to come, he knew, so he left to find another group of soldiers to throw into disarray, finding another just by turning around. Taking a different approach, he raised up his hands to make a square around the group with his fingers like a photographer sizing up a shot. He quickly rotated his hands to flip the square upside down, sending their vision into complete vertigo with the motion. Sparing not a second for the group to figure out what was happening, he formed a W with his thumb and forefinger before flipping his hands to invert the W. The motion took their vision and split it in two, then flipped each portion around, completely throwing off any ability to aim.<br/><br/>Creating three illusionary copies of himself to mirror his movements, he began running toward the bewildered group. With the odds now entirely in his favor, he began hacking at slashing at any exposed skin he could see, easily slipping between the few blades not engaged in combat with his illusory allies.