First Blow - D.H.
D.H. swore under his breath. He was too far to accurately use such a technique. Time had drained him before they could become effective. Sticking to the shadows as he moved away, finishing reloading the crossbows, gaining a fair amount of distance from the Gargoyle. He let kept his eyes on the Gargoyle, his magic gathering again, but this time, he waited, the charge continuing to build, the wind picking up slightly, and the shadows around him deepening, seeming to engorge the bolts of the crossbows, covering them in their darkness. Using the head of one of the bolts, he made a small incision on his palm, letting his poisonous blood drip over both bolts, hoping the poison would help to weaken the gargoyle if they pierced, and if not, help break the shell, using their acid properties. As he gathered his magical energy, he made sure to keep a very close eye on the amount of energy he was using, and the strain it had on his body, careful not to let it exceed a safe level. He watched the others closely. Not really caring if they died, though knowing it would weaken his position. After a moment, he spoke quietly the one wielding two pistols, though doing so passively, and not listening for a response, as to not break concentration.
"Circle around. Aim for the wings. The less mobile it is, the easier it is to kill and evade. Avoid attention." He said, his eyes closing for a moment.
He made an effort to stay away from the anti-mages, lest it weaken his magic, and cause him to fail, thus giving the templars a wide berth.
With his eyes still closed, he moved away from the gun wielder. "Now I truly test myself..." He mumbled, going deeper into his concentration while keeping a mental eye on the Gargoyle, using the wind currents to passively detect his movements. He knew how vulnerable he was, though he trusted his instincts to be the faster between them and the stone creature. He could only hope the distance was great enough to give him a chance to finish what he had prepared. The crack in the creatures skin was imprinted into his mind as he knew if he could hit that spot, the bolts were sure to go through.