Before being ordered otherwise, Janius was throwing spells in the direction of the various archers to discourage or disable them. He was keeping close to Kaleeth to try and help cover herself. As for those tossing oil, Janius did not have any objections turning his spellfire upon them. The constant pressure he and the other mages had to keep up drew him to drink his magicka potion in a pause. He kept slinging fireballs and incinerating bolts in their direction, though he disliked being in this vulnerable position. He wondered where the formation would be going.

Gallus, being of the same thought process as Janius, concluded after a moment that they would have to check each of the doors for lack of knowing which one to take to get to the balcony. "Form up on me! We're going for that door there!" Gallus shouted and pointed to the door that was third from the right. He had his soldiers form a sort of walking cocoon from their shields and shuffled to the doors. Continued clacks and clinks of arrows assaulted their shields as they moved. A couple of arrows found gaps between them, but one one did damage, catching the leg of one of the spearmen. Their formation was slowed, but they found their way to the first door without much more hassle. Gallus gave no hesitation trying to open the door before them, save for aligning some shields to suppress whatever reprisals might be inside.

Outside, Sabine's eyes widened and her mouth hung open when Ra'kalesh insinuated Do'ajee's fate. She might have broken down right there, but she knew that she needed to focus. She finished up relieving Ra'kalesh's pain and patching the worst burns, leaving the rest to the healers behind the lines. Fendros was already urging them to move.

"We have to get inside! Come on, Sabine!" Fendros said, already finding a spot to rush in with Ahnasha. Sabine followed along after giving a worried glance back at Ra'kalesh.