Well, okay, so they weren't exactly punching a wall...but something was certainly happening!
...But, judging from everyone's reactions, Serafaye was definitely not
following the plan in mind. She'd managed to draw away a good portion of the guard away, but there wasn't anything they could really do now against the horde still remaining. Gritting his teeth, Vani would get ready to charge ahead before he heard the sound of a knee hitting the ground hard. ...Their spellcasters were running on empty, and Vani would loathe to admit it, but all this fighting and running was getting him winded. Especially since he was wearing heavier armor than probably the entire group combined. He probably could manage a single smite, but after that who knows if he'd just pass out again after minor exertion. Just as he reached out to help Locke up though, the man stood. He was tougher than Vani would give a spellcaster credit for.
Looking towards the archers remaining on the wall, Vani would have an idea. Well "idea" was an exaggeration, since it was more of a gamble at this point honestly. Looking back to Yinha, he would smile, and throw a wink her way. "If you can still manage to summon it, use that angel to help Kaze move. I'm going in,"
he said, leaning Kaze so that he wouldn't fall before drawing his sword and stepping forward through the smoke-screen. He couldn't count on Kaze, injured as he was, to throw him atop the wall. As such, Vani only had one recourse in mind.
Suddenly throwing himself to the ground, Vani purposefully scrapped his face against the dirt, taking his sword and lightly cutting the fabric of his tabard before doubling back in a nearby alleyway and quite literally crawling
out of it. Reaching a hand out towards the guards, he would use his gods-given booming voice to let out a cry of absolute terror. "A BEAST! A BEAST! A MONSTER IN WOMAN'S FORM!"
he screamed, just loud enough to get their attention while pointing at the direction that Serafaye and her entourage of soldiers that were soon to be slapped to submission had gone. The dirt from before was clotting in his eye, eliciting tears that conveniently played up his B rank acting skills as he said: "THE SHE-DEVIL, SHE SLAUGHTERED HUNDREDS OF US! SHE EATS THE BONES OF MEN, AND SUCKS UPON THE JELLIES OF THEIR EYES!"
he groaned, steadily crawling forward, not moving his legs an inch to give the impression that he had been badly hurt. "Quickly! Your men will perish if you don't assist them! She...she defiled countless soldiers...so many dead...so many quiet screams..."
If Vani couldn't charge straight in, then he could damn well try and make sure that their attention was split. His shield was still strapped to his arm, battered as it was, so if any archer decided to shoot, he could protect himself. He'd only attack if they struck first here, since he wanted them to earnestly believe his act as he "quivered" in fear, trying to buy the others an opportunity to either charge, or get away.
...That or he'd just die in the dirt like a buffoon.