Meirin Kurenai
Meirin didn't need to see the knight charge at her; he was as subtle a falling shelf full of glass bottles. But Meirin wasn't finished with her spell yet. She needed just a few more seconds, seconds that if she didn't time right, would only result in a bigger, heavier man stomping all over her. Which is why she actually went just a bit slower instead of speeding up. She knew that there were still movements with her weaving that she needed to complete, and she wouldn't finish them in time before the knight would run into her. So she needed to time it just right.
Right as the man would be within arm's reach, Meirin used her staff to propel herself into the air. This was actually part of the movement, albeit she made herself jump higher than usual. That exact moment called for a front flip, so Meirin bide her time until she could use said flip to avoid the knight's charge. She continued to put distance between herself and the knight as she was almost finished with her spell now.
"This is your final chance to surrender! Leave and never come back, and we'll trouble you no more." Myrn Vaan'Atisha
Glad that Tyrael wasn't going to kill them all Myrn was hoping to chat with the naga. As inappropriate as it may seem right now she was very interested in the naga culture. It wasn't often that you'd see nagas out on the surface. Myrn never really got close to Mar simply because Mar didn't seem the type who'd appreciate a stranger's company, and Myrn respects her distance. Hopefully her family were more welcoming. She had so many questions she'd like to ask the naga, and with any luck she can use this information to have a conversation with Mar. Myrn especially wanted to know if the naga had any songs, poems, or even dances. Unfortunately before Myrn could start talking she collapsed into Lyamis and began to bleed out.
"Medic."