As Tyaethe ran, it seemed there were no other traps.

Until...

"MY ENEMIES [i]BURN[/i]!"

A coffin tucked into the wall on the right side of the small, sprinting girl suddenly seemed to glow red and twist inwards on itself... before erupting like an ignited pot of oil into a ball of flames. In spite of the loudly-declared spell, it was the force rather then the flames that was the danger here. Either Tyaethe would dodge, or she'd be knocked across the room by the sheer force of the blast.

"BEHOLD THE [i]CLEANSING FIRE[/i], GIRL!" declared the voice. Soon enough, the assailant was revealed, a man in his forties with a thick beard, clad in a red robe. His eyes were wild, a ball of fire burning in the palm of one of his hands. "YES, [i]FLAMES[/i]! THE FIRE OF DEATH AND REBIRTH! THIS KINGDOM WILL BURN! [i]BUUUURN[/i]!"

Regardless of Tyaethe's action, his single-action spell activated and he let out a wave of flames from his palm. It seemed hard to believe someone this... [i]loud[/i] was one of the six conspirators, but he was. Only two remained unaccounted for.
 
[hr]

For the crossbowman, a great deal of things happened at once. A beast of ice, a thrown statue, and an assault from one of the knights... He twisted out of the way, in an almost imhumanly fast motion. In fact, there was no way a human could accomplish such a move... He immediately sprang up, pushing off the wall with one foot to land himself [i]behind[/i] his attackers, his crossbow loaded far too quickly. As he leveled it at the back of the knight who'd attacked him directly, it became clear that the hood had fallen back, revealing his face.

Beneath he was a handsome, clean-shaven young man, looking no older then his early twenties. His skin was almost bleached white, his eyes crimson, his hair dark... and his grin revealed fangs.

"Ah ah ah, did you think it was that easy?" the grinning vampire said, "Come on, show me something interesting this time."

He cocked his head to one side.

"After all, Alvor's doing a wonderful job of showing your Captain some Barukstaed hospitality, isn't he?"

Had... had the paladin killed two surrendering men...? There wasn't any time to bring that up now, though. Fanilly sprang back as the axe slammed into the ground before her. She swore she saw the stone break from the impact, but it was hard to tell. She had to keep moving. The man's strength was unquestionable, but his speed was not. Her advantage lay there, as she darted to the side to avoid another blow. The axe slammed into an undisturbed coffin, smashing the wood apart to reveal... nothing?

There was a necromancer here, but the coffin hadn't been touched in years... Well, there wasn't any time to focus on that!

It was around this moment that the paladin charged. While the blow would have been devastating, the armored man noticed too quickly, managing to quickly step out of the way, albeit barely.

Remembering the training her family had given her, and taking advantage of the man's distraction, Fanilly placed one foot firmly forward as the armored warrior raised his axe again. His arm, exposed and at a poor angle for deflection...! The edge of her sword bit into his flesh and drew blood. Alvor roared with anger at being so quickly injured, and Fanilly was swiftly brought to a realization that her attack had not been timed so well as she though.

An impact reverberated through her armor, a shock of pain up her back, as his arm slammed into her back. She tumbled and rolled across the ground with a yelp of pain, but drove one hand out to stop herself, her gauntlet scraping against stone and tossing up sparks.

Alvor was swiftly advancing on her, and the girl pushed through the pain(thank Mayon for the sturdiness of her armor) to throw herself from the path of his attack, his axe slamming down onto the ground where she had just been.