Tirrarian stayed quiet while the group argued, and the next thing she knew a swarm of bats swept her off her feet. She awoke several meters away, and dizzy. She saw a group of guardsmen holding their ground against the black swarm, their noise repulsing the dark beasts with every beat. More importantly she saw The Red swiping left and right after a very slippery headless man. Hang on... Without a head? As off balance as she felt, she realised this wasn't an hallucination. 

A bat flying over her head made her duck and hold her hatless scraggly mass of green hair. She looked back to see Ioannes evacuating the civilians. [color=violet][i]That means no collateral damage...[/i][/color] She eyed her bag of explosives.

She couldn't see her hat anywhere, but she retrieved her bag of bombs and her broadsword, nimbly slipping poison over the blade as she ran towards the headless man to assist The Red. She knew the poison probably wouldn't kill him if he was missing his head and still alive, but all she needed to do was weaken and slow his body enough so The Red could get that elusive final blow in with his glowey claws of awesome.

Tirrarian was nimble enough, and a hard target for people [i]with[/i] heads. All she needed to do was stay out of the way of both The Red's attacks and try not to touch him with her sword while he danced around. As she considered before, The Red was big enough to resist the poison, but it would slow him down, and death waits for the slightest lapse in concentration...

She readied her weapon before her in a basic guard next to The Red, following just behind his aggressive and primal fighting form, waiting for an opportunity... She only needed one.

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Jon Y][@Letter Bee]