[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=Tan]Ferris Talese[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i][@Pezz570][@HokumPocus][@Jerkchicken][@Fetzen][@13org][/i][/sup][indent] [/indent]
The calm dissolved as soon as a cultist launched an attack at a guard, and Ferris glanced back at Karina and DB, who were likely fueled by adrenaline at this point. Though it seemed only Karina had been hit by a deterrent, both of them had been in the tower longer, and the original plan had been to extract all of them, not just Tyfurkh. 

Returning Karina’s nod, Ferris followed her down the stairs, drawing a sword as he did. The room was a mess of small battles, and Ferris noted one of the cultists throwing down a cloud of pollen. Getting anywhere near the area would very quickly negate his magic since wheezing pollen had a penchant for sticking to whatever surface was offered to it, and holding his breath would only stall until the next breath he needed to draw. Thankfully, the affected area was a fair distance from where Tyfurkh and the Sightless were, so Ferris figured that, with some luck, he wouldn’t have to worry about the pollen.

From the looks of it, with Tyfurkh on the floor and the Sightless looming above him, arms elongated into long, sharp vines of flesh, Tyfurkh was in imminent danger of being speared. The situation, then, elevated him from priority into immediate priority, and there was no time to waste. What made him pause was the ferret on Tyfurkh’s head—Sil. Either the Sightless had judged her no threat at all, or the earlier hypothesis was true, and Ferris couldn’t imagine Sil being ignored if both seen and heard.

[color=Tan]“Lynx, Sil’s on Tyfurkh,”[/color] Ferris said, his sword raised and his eyes on the cultist who'd broken ranks to make a charge for where they stood. [color=Tan]“If we clear the way, you could—”[/color] he grunted as he clashed swords with the cultist, bracing himself and hurling the cultist back onto the floor where a passing guard took up the opportunity and delivered the fatal strike. [color=Tan]“You could distract the leader. Just enough for Tyfurkh to put some distance in.”[/color]

He turned to meet the familiar’s eyes, searching for some sort of understanding or agreement. Another charging cultist was sidestepped as Ferris turned instead to a preoccupied cultist on the path to Tyfurkh, slashing at the back of his legs and elbowing him forwards towards the waiting guard. One engagement at a time, he moved forward, utilizing the ire of the guards, who’d quickly placed him as an ally, to his advantage. 

As soon as he was close enough, he made a charge for the Sightless looming over Tyfurkh, his weight behind the shoulder-level thrust. His comrades were either beside or behind him, but they were both worn from their previous battles. Lynx, despite being invisible to the Sightless, was not a front line fighter. And, besides those two points, there was that the Sightless could see the future—that there’d be no point in trying to sneak up on some demon-channeling seer. 

But those were just reasons Ferris could have used. In reality, he engaged because he could. Because, alone, that’s what he did.