The mask seemed to be secured to the woman's head from behind, it did not flip over. She began muttering a curse, but bound as she was, the slam of the blade's flat side caught her unable to move, and knocked her out in the bindings. The rogue snickered a moment but handed over the vial to the Paladin, shrugging and stepping back. If used, it would work as promised, and the rogue knew that. He just hated the dust it created in a puff when used.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, the masked man and woman lay still now, their attack paused. There was distant sound of steel against steel elsewhere too, but it was mostly quiet already. It seemed the worst of it was over by now, the rogue panting as he pulled out a small vial from the downed masked man. "Got one like hers, want it, boss?" He held out a glass vial, made with flat four sides and a flat smooth surface, a wooden cork in place blocking the vial from leaking, filled almost to the cork with dark red liquid.