Grant stared at Wesley for a moment, his expression completely blank. Thirty soldiers. [i]Thirty soldiers[/i]. Either Vincent was well prepared or overly paranoid. It somewhat made sense, however, as they covered every aspect of direction. If Emiri managed to get out of the room, they'd immediately alert the rest and take her down. Still, Grant was always one for a challenge, and he scratched his chin as he thought to himself.

"[b]Alright, show time.[/b]" Grant nodded, mostly to himself, and he motioned for Wesley to follow his lead. He peeked over the wall, aiming for the farthest soldiers. "[b]Confuse.[/b]" He whispered. In the manner of seconds, the soldiers began attacking their teammates. "[b]Let's--[/b]" Grant started, but he was interrupted by the song of a spell.

In the middle of the group of soldiers a Blizzaga was set off, scattering the soldiers. This was followed by Vlyn dropping down from the ceiling, but before any soldier could reach him, he snapped his fingers. Several bolts of lightning sprang from above him, shooting down and electrocuting several of the mages. One soldier charged at him, though Aloa had jumped down on top of him.

"[b]Be serious, will you?[/b]" Aloa told her partner, kicking a mage down.

"[b]I AM serious! Do you not see there's like thirty of them here?![/b]" Vlyn snapped back, though he clawed through one soldier's armor with his claws.

It looked like Grant's spell worked. He grinned at Wesley, though he ran out from behind the wall, gun ablaze.