One of the men fell, his life taken by Cal's blade. As he fell, another turned to attack Avis, and the two of them went out the window. Magnus looked rather horrified at what was happening, but when he saw what the third of the cloaked men was doing, he reacted instinctively.<br/><br/>The Alftar headed for the counter, readying the sword that he'd specially ordered, and attacked Magnus. The first slash was aimed for his neck, but a quick backstep let him avoid a majority of the blade. The tip sliced his right cheek open, leaving a long wound across it. After wincing in pain, the blacksmith grabbed the nearest object he could: The unmounted head of a warhammer. He held it by the beak, raising it defensively.<br/><br/>His assailant laughed. "And what are you going to d-" His question was answered. The hammerhead sailed through the air and smashed into the elf's face, breaking his nose and knocking loose a few teeth. He recoiled, stumbling back, and clasped a hand over his now-bleeding orifices. A grunt of frustration and pain escaped him. He let go of his face and drew a small silver wand, his magical catalyst, and prepared to fire a gravity-warping psionic blast to crush Magnus into the ground.<br/><br/>As he did that, Magnus' own hand went to the wooden talisman worn around his neck. A white glow surrounded him momentarily, and when the Alftar's spell hit him, it was reflected back at him. The temporarily-broken physics of the shop were all directed towards him, and he was sent careening out the store's door, tearing it off its frame.<br/><br/>Before he followed the Alftar out, Magnus took a halberd from one of the store's many weapon racks. He was without armour, so he didn't want to use a sword or a mace. There wouldn't be enough range to rely on dodging. He was about to attack when he noticed yet another potential addition to the chaos rapidly approaching the store: a dragon.<br/><br/>"Oh,<span style="font-style: italic">come on.</span>"