From his new position atop one of surrounding roofs, Venator watched as the Knights on the ground finally organised a solid and somewhat successful defensive manoeuvre as they began to move towards one of the buildings off to the side, even while being peppered with intermittent bouts of arrows. Watching as the Knight of Earth kick in the door the shop and the rest of them scurried inside, he turned his eyes to where the assailants were still hidden and then onto the rapidly approaching Knight of Wind. Watching as her avian companion scouted from the air, he sent out Corvo to do the same, watching with his own eyes as Alya dispatched another before seeing through his raven's eyes as the remaining two broke off in an attempt to escape.

Alya must of been too far away to give chase, instead returning to the rest of the Knights but Venator didn't have the same problem. Range was his ally after all, as an Archer and Marksman. Drawing two arrows and passing them to his bow hand, he pulled a small vile out with his free hand and flicked off the cap with his thumb before poring a sweet smelling, wheat-coloured liquid across the tips of his arrows and casting the vial away. Poison, or Honey-fang Vemon to be precise.  Drawing back the poisoned arrows against his bowstring, everything faded away as he focussed on his target. Wind, Speed, Direction... Adjusting his aim to compensate, he blow out a long breath, holding of several moments before finally, almost in slow motion, he let them loose. Flying straight and true, the first pierced the heart of the man closest and he died instantly. The second, however, fell short and pierced straight through the man's thigh. He stumbled and fell, struggling to get up before he was beset by violent tremors, leaving him writing and convulsing in agony for several seconds until he finally fell still, putrid blood running from his eyes, nose and mouth.

Satisfied with the kill, No-one left to run back their superiors with news of the Knights' survival, he recalled Corvo and hopped down from the roof, the demonic bird taking its perch upon his shoulder as he touched the ground. He slung his bow across his back and adjusted his scarf before he reached the shop, tapping his armoured knuckles against the doorframe as he overheard Alya's announcement, walking in a few seconds after her.

[color=black]"Those two won't be a problem."[/color]

He stepped into the shop proper, not stopping as he spoke and quickly going over to stand amongst the shadows nearest the group. He offered no other words, instead letting someone else speak, hopefully with a real plan of some kind.