Fortunately, the liches were not particularly susceptible to disorientation (you couldn't really stun a lich, for example; yet one more advantage of lichdom); so while some of the effects succeeded, a lot of the others failed to get any purchase on the liches due to them just... Lacking a biology for it to work on.

Stab was most shaken by the attacks, sprawling. 

At least one member of the sqaud was still clear-headed enough to fire a coldbeam support weapon in sustained mode, sweeping a line across between the sqaud an the aliens, throwing up a thick cloud of freezing mist - useless against any kind of sensor, but excellent for completely fouling visual targeting. It would disipate in seconds, but that was all it took for Alpha to scramble through the Gate to inside the Fallen Soul and Shadowflight to close it.

Feltain didn't even need to shout, since the Fallen Soul commander was already yelling "Go! Go!" and the pilot gunned the engines to run straight towards the Must Gate exit point.

Feltain immediately began assessing the acid damage - the worst hit lich was snarling and already stripping his armour off and kicking it to the back of the vehicle, but he'd taken a fair bit of not-easily-healable damage. There was a fading-but audible hiss from almost all of their armour. 

"That... Was less fun than I expected." Stab managed.

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Death Despoil nodded quietly to himself. His foresight had served well enough, at least for this gambit, not having directly attacked the Furnace Knight at all himself. He gestured and the other High Command broke off, leaping back. Even had the Furnace Knight been able to see and read their reactions, none of their surprise would have showed at being told as certainly as if spoken that he would handle this himself personally, and alone. 

"I'm curious," the Lichemaster stated, eyeing the rapidly-approaching Furnace Knight steadily. "Your power is largely based around trying to force others to fight you, and you apparently set all this up to defeat an opponent in a duel to gain honour and prestige." Shatterscatter vanished into the portal, followed by Deather a moment later accelerated by a [i]Haste[/i] spell. Bowblast ran to the Gate and spun, waiting just inside the threshold. Yeller, flickering in from a standard teleport, rolled smartly behind him and disappeared into the Gate tunnel.

"You ignored Unlucky when he dragged your would-be assassin away. A heroic action, perhaps? Which says your honour is clearly important to you. Perhaps the MOST important thing."

"So then, Furnace Knight, how much honour do you gain from defeating," - with a single deft motion, he tossed his pistol and Deathblood to Foul Skream, who deftly caught them and disappeared though the Gate - "an unarmed opponent, one clearly weaker than you, who will not fight back?"

The Lichemaster stood stock still, folding his arms, one eyeglow slightly raised in expectation to meet the Furnace Knight's gaze unflinchingly.