As the ice mage was slammed into the table, the fire mage turned their head away from the light, only to be struck by a quickly falling piece of ice that shattered against them. While it would sting, it only encouraged the firey mage to get back into the fight with a passion and while the ice companion was a small concern, the one who was working to compromise her armor was bigger, and a jet of flame lanced out and Vana ducked behind the table. The jet stream of flame was then turned towards the other mages, quickly scorching the table to start aflame itself. "BURRRRNNN!!"

With the sudden impact to the table, the ice mage stumbled back when she was released, doing her best to reseal her armor that had been so quickly compromised in the surprise assault. She was in little condition to mount an assault against the mages again, but did quickly work to reseal the armor itself, bringing it back to its stone solid shine as she backed away from the table now on fire. One hand to her head and the other resealing the armor, she was working to get back to killing those who had humiliated her. 

The stone mage rose back up, obviously displeased with how everything had transpired, and now sought to correct the problem. First, he had to take care of the other rock hovering problem that seemed intent on tampering with their efforts. He also did not appreciate being completely ignored after part of his armor was ripped away. "Maybe you should learn to not tamper with what isn't yours. Don't worry, I'll teach both you and your vial throwing friend! FUCKIN' CATCH!" A stone the size of a fist was thrown at Joey, and then the earth man turned and launched a second at Ling. He was displeased with the armor that he now was reshaping, but slightly less thick overall. 

The man with knives was going to take the distraction Joey now had...only to have a problem with the freshly revealed Jonathan stepping into the bar. With an agitated sigh, he grabbed the bag of gems and gave a small chuckle at the metal mage who seemed to plan on establishing authority. "Shut up." Neatly unnoticed, a shadow of the man with knives stepped forward and slammed a fist into Jonathan. With the problem now distracted by the shadow now drawing the knives it had on itself, the nightshade made hastily for the door. 

Raven had gotten from his seat, and had quickly decided that attempting to run at the now flamethrower mage would be better handled with a bit of tact. Grabbing the chair he had been sitting on, he flung it at the pyromancer who now had to pause to at least do their best to deflect the chair. The distraction alone gave Raven the time to bring out his sword, and get away from the burning table. He might not be a mage, but that didn't mean a sword in hand made him useless. 

As all this happened, the rest of the bar decided to get as far away as possible from the mages now burning the bar, or throwing explosive vials, or flashing dazzling light, and now commanding shadows to fight for them. Taking to jumping out windows, going to the back of the bar, or running for the entrance now that the man of stone was no longer there, and the man with the knives seemed to show no intention of stopping them.