The past few moments had been a blur for Emil. He had followed Ionathan's lead and stacked up against the door, unarmed, but determined to prove his worth to his comrades. There was some shouting, followed by a noise akin to shattering stone and splintering wood. The beast woman, seeing as subtlety was no longer necessary drew her blade and quickly cut down the door, stepping through where the wooden barrier once was. Ionathan quickly entered, followed by Emil, with admittedly a bit more hesitation, and the flying, floating, levitating halfling.

Fast forward to the current time, and Emil found himself staring at Diagorides, half of his body covered in a fine coat of powdered stone and splinters, and a large gaping hole in the room, the pouring rain clawing at the edges of the now open room. The floating halfling had her daggers drawn, and appeared prepared to pepper the enemy with blades, but instead peppered Diagorides with questions, which he answered in a manner that could only be described as succinctly.

"I would have thought a siege weapon had struck the wall, had it not been for the fact that the rubble seems to have gone out of the building instead of inwards." Emil mused aloud, more to himself than the others. Diagorides strength was, immense, to say the least- part of Emil wondered if Diagorides was truly as human as he claimed himself to be. The man's training was no doubt rigorous, but what human was able to break through stone as efficiently as a trebuchet without even scraping his knuckles? Surely the human body had limits, did it not?

Sakaala suggested that they report the intrusion to lady Genevieve, their host. It was a sound plan as any, and Emil was inclined to agree, until he heard the sound of a bell ringing throughout the building- it grew louder and louder as well, as if it had been amplified. The sound appeared to be coming from another portion of the home. 

"It appears that someone is trying to get our attention-" Emil spoke, "That, or perhaps another quarry has entered the home." 

Emil began making his way back out of the room, and down the hallway towards the source of the ringing- pausing only to wrench a pair of weapons off of some decorations in the hall- a gilded longsword from a suit of armor, and one of two encrusted halberds hung upon the wall above it. Passing the sword to Ionathan, Emil hefted the halberd, testing its weight. The weapon was balanced somewhat poorly- it was a decoration more than it was an implement of death. Despite the fact that the weapon was clearly weighted to hang properly instead of deliver considerable force to the point of its spear or blade of its axe, Emil was confident that he could wield it moderately effectively, at least until they had the chance to retrieve their actual arms and armor. He spun the weapon in his hands, once slowly, hesitantly, as he adjusted himself with the balance of the weapon, and a second time, more swiftly and confidently.

"In the face of Diagorides' destruction of her wall, it is my hope that the lady will not mind us borrowing these ornaments." he said calmly as he advanced towards the source of the bell.