Two more knives were flung at the remaining soldiers closest to the pair on the parapet, one bouncing off the soldier's helm due to the pommel hitting, instead of the blade, but the impact staggered the soldier, while his compatriot was brought low with the second knife, which found purchase through his left knee. Lifting her fourth blade, and ignoring an arrow that clattered off of the scales covering her left arm, she paused, then started coughing, doubling over and seemingly retching.<br/><br/>Wordlessly, she moved one hand back, tapping the Dragoon's side and warning her of what was about to come forth as a haze of noxious green gas billowed forth from her mouth and nose, her breath magically changed into a weapon as she exhaled the deadly fumes, which began creeping along the length of the parapet and seeking out crevices and cracks, sinking into the open courtyard, and slowly billowing towards the soldiers that were charging towards the pair. One soldier disappeared into the cloud, followed by hideous screaming, the effects of the chlorine gas devastating to behold, and even moreso when one can only hear the effects.<br/><br/>Within moments, the Courtyard had emptied out, the soldiers and archers moving to the opposite wall and as far away as possible from the deadly cloud of acidic gas, forcing the zealots to charge the pair along the narrow walkways atop the walls. This time, however, they were more prepared, sending four spearmen first, each armed with a heavy kite shield and a spear designed for poking through armour, followed by a group of swordsmen; the archers, for the most part, continued to send arrows towards the pair, though the Dragoon's magical spell prevented any harm from the missiles, except for rare rips and tears in clothing before bouncing off of the iron-skin enchantment.<br/><br/>At the gate, three men stood, watching the formation move, as they turned the only heavy weapon they had with a clear angle towards the pair, the Light ballista designed to launch fire-hardened wooden shafts the size of small fence posts being a far more serious threat than the rain of arrows.