-Harl and the Bloodied Falcons-

Eyes roaming the smoke, only the occasional stifled scream of a dieing inmate was any indication that the armed group inside had met their foes with success. Many of the voices were ones he had become familiar with in his time amongst the death row prisoners. Hope to escape had been so close and now it was slipping away, as ill-fated to succeed as the rabble was to escape in the first place.
His only solace was the fact that the bugs had not come first. Blissfully ignorant of the threat swarming many levels below.
A face appeared briefly in the smoke before vanishing back. Harl licked his lips nervously in anticipation.

Hawke burst from the smoke and shield to the shock of every Bloodied Falcon member in a headling rush, Harl gripped his weapon with renewed fear and calm and began to shout orders for his casters to stop him, but a wave of compulsion washed over his body to rob strength from his limbs. 
His mind knew the order was not his own but robbed of protection there was nothing he could do. Turning on his heel he grabbed the castee who had put up the screen and drove the knife deep into his heart in a single swift motion, tossing the corpse aside to strike at the next in the line.
Two others similarly turned on their friends and allies in a sudden confusing rush, laying out two more with heavy blows to the skull with their pipes.

Harl felt the magic compelling him and became lost in the madness.

(7 falcons remain. 2 mages remain. 3 falcons under mind control)

MEANWHILE, in the corner of the smoke was Scar and his surprising guests. Both men did not appear to understand as he spoke to them, but truer was they could not communicate well enough to respond. The two spoke simple words only and relied on a complex series of hand signals. 
Both brought hands to the air as their invisibility faded with contact and shook their heads with vigor, trying to sign "friendly" over and over.
The man on scars left spoke up but the words were heavily accented.

"Escape. Escape!" Neither of the men showed fear of any kind towards Scar, merely a reluctance to fight. Both kept their hands up to show non-hostility
 If anyone made a move to attack them however, their tense muscles twitched as they prepared to explode into motion. 
Both

(Scars dagger belt is missing 2 throwing knives)

(Note: None of the remaining Falcons are watching Hawke advance, focusing on Harl and the betrayers. 2 men are seperating from the main group and are attempting to cast a spell.