The axe flung by the large man pierced one of the conjured images, blinking it out of existence. The rock flung at the other image was swatted out of the air by a lightning quick flash. The living mummy had swung the large sword to cut the projectile out of the air, its blade puffing a cloud of dust when it struck the ground. The construct moved between the half orc and the human mage, yanking the sword out of the ground as it did. It assumed a defensive position, keeping the blade in clear view of the half orc. The inscription on it was clearly visible now, and it read 'Kaylee'.

Reverin was out cold, his skin still scaly and grey. Erepar ignored the half orc and paced towards the unconscious elf. He paused for a second and looked at the warrior who knocked him out. The mage appeared to be keeping his guard up around the fighter, standing several dozen steps away. The construct kept itself between the half orc and its master, its intent obvious: guard against any more attacks from the green skinned man.

"I thank you for neutralizing him. He has been trying to kill me for months. I'll make sure he doesn't get up soon and we can talk," the mage said, beginning an unknown incantation in full view of Keystone.