Wallace toppled to the ground when he was shoved, dragging his hand along the wall as he fell to slow his fall. It didn't make a difference, he banged his head against the ground. The pain was nothing compared to the whirlwind of agony he was experiencing before his fall had even concluded. Maria Trinan, obviously the target of Lexine's aspirations. She was unknown here, but he'd heard all of the existing stories about Arcartus' misfit soldier, read most of them in their efforts to pass off a fake. Her short tenure as a captain was far less interesting than the rumors regarding her Lachnet heritage. His head turned from the floor, looking over to Lexine's body. If he could just make it over... There was no chance. He was done with the spectacle, he watched Trinan now, waiting for his chance to get up and bolt as sir Lewyn ran off.

Trinan looked down at the room, spotting Lewyn and preparing to descend on the man first before addressing the other knights in the room. She was distracted, when she saw the look the man on the floor was giving her. She loosely recognized the idea of Wallace Canti, definitely knew the regent's name though not his face, but locking eyes with him broke the trance. What was she doing? Nothing she did could explain away twenty bodies and there wasn't any chance the knights would stop their pursuit until she'd ruined every sword on her person. The investigator backed away from the knights, going further back around the table to buy some time as she raised her hands in the air. She wasn't worth everyone in the room, wouldn't let this devolve into [i]that[/i], but she had only one undeniable talent. "I will prove my innocence in a duel. I challenge you, Thomas Morgan." The guys at Erschald would have died laughing to hear that she was fighting fancy, but if she could avoid dying screaming the trade would be good enough.