Calder followed Ralrisk down the shaft, Having to decelerate more slowly, he arrived a little later than she did. He stayed clear of her line of fire, pulling the water for the corpses as they fell, the water swirled in a disc, perpendicular to the floor. Bullets hit and were absorbed by the disc, but it didn't catch all of them. As the men on the other end of the hall fell back to reload, Calder pushed the disc forward, and slung the bullets back at them, with frightening precision. Their corpses soon gave up more water for his little wheel of water. A light mist drifted down the halls, extending Calder's perception of the situation. The regulars would be child's play for him and Ralrisk, he didn't know anything of the other knight and so couldn't predict how well he'd hold up. The troll was suddenly clad in icy armor and carried mace and heavy round shield of the same. He had the items they were modeled on in his pockets, but donning the ice armor was faster, and it worked almost as well. The half dozen death eaters... those would prove to be an interesting challenge. Still, nothing that this group couldn't over come.
"That's four regulars down, probably their rear guard. The rest will be expecting us, so tread carefully. How do you wishe to proceed Mistress. And make that six regulars accounted for."
The last two regulars had been frozen in place, once the mist had alerted Calder to their presence. Beyond them a door blocked the mists from progressing further. Calder watched the end of the corridor, waiting for some undetected surprise to spring forth.
He'd been in too many wars to do anything else. He'd follow Ralrisk's lead on this mission, as she held the highest rank of the attendant tower residents.