As soon as it became apparent that combat was already starting, Kalama was quick to leap off the cart and remove the silver ring. Several Templars rushing in to attack him visibly hesitated as his true appearance was suddenly visible, and he used that hesitation to his advantage. He ran into the group and choke slammed the first Templar he came to, but by then the rest had returned to their senses and moved in for the attack. Before they could get a blow in, however, a burst of Din's Fire ignited them and forced them away. That was when Kalama dropped his guard, however, allowing another to start pressing the attack. Kalama dodged as much as he could, but one attack seemed inevitable. Kalama decided to take a risk and form a disc of fire in front of him, but the blade shattered it easily due to Kalama's lack of master over this new technique. Until he got more practice, solid fire would be next to useless. The shield did, however, prove helpful even in how brittle it was. The Templar's blade was slowed enough that Kalama was able to dodge and find the time to draw his own sword. Gripping the hilt with both hands, Kalama ran the Templar through. He slumped on the Shifter's sword, after which Kalama kicked the dead man off the sword. He continued in this way, using his usual brute-force method of attack.

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Aadab was not as quick to enter the fray. She continued her meditation, faintly aware of the battle. She realized the rest of her companions were enough to keep the Templars from thinking one was hanging back. She was a relatively new addition to the group, and, really, only Fiona had seen her other than Regol, and the Twili was now an ally, anyway. When she felt ready, her eyes opened and she slowly stepped out of the caravan, her spirit completely in tune with her body so soon after meditation. She drew her staff, her favorite weapon, and steadily strode into the fray with purpose in her stride. As she often did, she formed a spiritual barrier around her staff to protect it against battle damage. Such a small barrier required the barest minimum of effort for Aadab, a master of Spirit. She soon found her first opponent moving in, who she dodged whipped in the back of the head with the staff, sending them staggering forward. Frustrated, the Templar turned and tried again, only to have the same result. This was when Aadab stopped toying with him and pressed the attack, driving the Templar back. She was a flurry of staff strikes, never letting up and letting no openings in her defense show. After the man was worn down, she smacked his chin to stagger him, drew a dagger, and slipped the thin blade between the gap between the breastplate and left pauldron, through the chainmail, and directly into the Templar's heart. The man fell as soon as she withdrew the dagger, which she returned to its sheath.