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With the prisoner handled, Quinn had leave to tend to more important matters, namely the knife flying right at him. Just like practice. Probably. He stepped back and gripped one of the open doors, slamming it shut in front of him to intercept the knife. The breeze that flowed around his makeshift barrier gave him a decent idea of the guard's affinity, which unfortunately meant he couldn't toss her around the room at his leisure as he would've wanted.

Before he could put any alternative ideas into play, the room came alive with the inquisitor's magic. The lavender-haired mage had barely a second of warning to wrest his hands from the metal door as all his hair spontaneously stood on end. Lightning arced across the doorway, effectively locking Quinn out; he could open the doors without touching them, but it wouldn't do any good if he couldn't cross their threshold anyway. Not that relocating himself back inside the room would do him much good, the place had become a veritable death trap and the odds of managing to levitate the other prisoner out without him falling into a stray coruscation were slim to none. A shame too, the inquisitor had apparently chosen a new obsession, willing as he was to trade his prisoners for Lyra. Quinn wasn't quite sure if the other prisoner was even worth the effort to save after that brain-dead comment, the lapse in the inquisitor's interest would've been his best opportunity to try regardless.

Despite his recognition of Lyra, the inquisitor hadn't neglected the rest of his attackers, and he promptly took aim at the others with massive surges of- oh, that one was coming at him!

[color=a366ff]"[i]Oppolik[/i],"[/color] Quinn squeaked, and a disk of energy sprung up in the bolt's path. The barrier instantly became a spider web of cracks upon impact with the lightning, shattering as easily as a dinner plate struck with a hammer. Still, it hindered the incoming attack just enough to buy a few precious instants for evasion. The mage leaned to the side at an impossible angle to allow the lightning bolt to pass overhead. It took a moment for the oppressive heat of the charged air above to fade before gravity tilted back to normal and he pushed off the ground to right his stance again.

Unwilling to risk the inquisitor's full attentions with reinforcements likely on their way and himself as their first obstacle, Quinn instead shifted his target to the remaining guard. After his rescue of the blue-haired mage, she'd definitely be waiting for any gravity shifts he could conjure, and anyone deft enough to dodge knives like that wouldn't have any issues with a [i]terebrien[/i] either. Instead, he took a more subtle approach as he peered beyond the electric wall that barred his entry; the mage thrusted a hand forward and tilted his wrist as if turning a doorknob. Gravity warped around the other guard's head to trick her vestibular sense into believing gravity had shifted back toward the wall behind her while a separate gravity well tugged her along a completely different vector and right into an electrified strip. With luck, she'd overcompensate in the wrong direction and end up launching herself right into danger instead.

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