Newt realized there was absolutely no way her attack could be successful. Between the Lancer flying at her and the arms of death spinning below her, she had to escape. Luckily her portal was back up. She opened up a portal beneath her, falling through. Unfortunately there was no way to land on her feet. The exit to the portal opened vertically next to the Black King. Newt sprawled onto the ground, quickly getting up. She listened to the King's orders, but the odds of survival for the new Black Guild were lowering. With only three members against the army of bandits, and the room now filling with poisonous smoke rapidly lowering visibility. 

[b][color=Lightblue]"If I might suggest, perhaps retreat is the best option for now? At least until we get some responses to the all-call you sent out. We won't be able to fight long with this smoke stuff filling the room. It's getting hard to see, and we're greatly outnumbered... unless of course you had some way of dealing with this..."[/color][/b] As Newt spoke to the King she worked on helping Flan clear the bandits charging the king. She sent a flaming sword flying into the head of one nearby, not giving him time to react. She sent out the rest of her imps, three in total, to provide a small distraction for the chargers. She knew they wouldn't last long.