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The symphony of a fight was akin to listening to a familiar song on the radio: it was better heard on record but was still pleasant to listen to even if it had the occasional hiccup. Donovan had a preference for hiding in the shadows as he felt there was more satisfaction in the split second of doom in his target's eyes before life left them. Yet the resistance battled out in the open with few expert in the ways of assassination. Or rather, their attempts at stealth ended in similar situations to the one they were in at the moment. For once he would not lay the blame at anyone's feet as the appearance of the inquisitor was a surprise even to him. The survival of more than one of the imprisoned was the more pressing issue but he assumed that by the end of the night there would only be one rescued.

He gave the inquistor half an ear as he studied the surviving mage. Air was a tricky element to contend with and his throwing knives were better served as distractions. The scream from Contarini and the sound of the doors slamming shut did curve his lips into something resembling a smile, but the sudden electricity in the air was far more pressing. The vampire took care to stay away from the sudden currents but clicked his tongue. He always minded his steps but the electricity combined with the air mage could potentially spill some of their own blood. As the thought crossed his mind, he decided that he would have to force the mage's hand. Astorio could occupy the Inquisitor until the mage was dealt with, and then the pair would be able to overpower the mage together. 

Donovan watched the electricity crackle and moved quickly. He doubted he could beat lightning but he had perfect control over himself, eyes honed in on his path. Bum rushing was tactless and for the fools, but he wanted the air mage's attention to be fully on him. He held his dagger tightly, footsteps heavy as he outright lunged at her with every intention of slicing her throat.