The satyr gave a strangled cry as he was ripped out of the grapple and flung across the room, slamming into the nearby wall. He dropped to his feet, quickly assessing the situation, before his helmet began to glow, and he disappeared entirely with a pop - apparently a teleportation effect, given his experience with them. An instant later, Cynthia's lance skewered the wall where he'd been standing, burying nearly half a foot into the stone, before stopping.<br/><br/>"Is everyone alright?" Sak'bas asked, glancing around the room; no one seemed to be hurt, aside from a few bruises on herself, which she dispelled with a quick prayer.