Sathrielle seemed to have passed completely out cold following the event of being hit by big-falling-Night Elf. And perhaps also because of her decision not to wear a helmet, for whatever decision of vanity it might have been. The battle mage lay motionless under the large Night Elf, and with how her eyes twitched behind their lids suggested that she was already well on her way to dreamland. 

Captain Blastwit on the other hand had cried out in relief as he had been released from the cowardly grip of Liaena, and was rapidly crawling across the floor to stagger back onto his feet!

"Fi-fi-fiyah! Fire, men! At them, now!" He cried out as he ran in a diagonal line towards his men in the battle mage's sphere, giving them a clear shot at Liaena and her friends who were now caught in the open.

The men immediately reacted, raising their muskets and their available battle mage prepared his spells as they were about to fire!

But before they could fire off their first volley, a bronze and glass made cylindrical container came flying through the air to crack onto the ground between the two opposing groups, exploding in a blinding light that temporarily disoriented anyone who looked at it. The mysterious grenade also seemed to produce a carpet of thick, sulphuric tasting smog that rose between the two groups.

Suddenly appearing from behind Liaena's party was Alissah, the woman seemingly having returned to the world of consciousness though still clinging the wound in her chest with one hand.

But as she approached Liaena and the rest of the group, the woman seemed to ignore any sort of greeting that may have been sent her way. Instead, she immediately gripped Liaena and Liam, and pulled them to the ground.

"Get down!"

She called out as she tossed them both to the ground, just as a lethal volley of spells and musket shots came through the smog and flew over their heads as the White Hand fired off a blind volley into the smog!

Alissah let out an audible groan with the action, any greater movement seeming to revive the pain from her wound, but she bit through it and looked at Liaena and Liam, while also sparing a quick glance at the purple mound that was Rithrynn lying ontop of the unfortunate Sathrielle.

"I can't believe the arch bishop let such a heinous heresy grow in our own city!" Alissah muttered angrily as she stared towards the smog, which was slowly beginning to evaporate.

"Two things;" She turned to the group.
"Have you found a way out?"

*Bang*

Another musket shot whizzed past their heads.

"Second, I want to interrogate one of these damnable heathens once we're done! Do we have a prisoner?"