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Talae was initially confused when Kisikoni tapped her on the shoulder, and she had the wherewithal left to arrange herself into something vaguely resembling her usual composure and lift a brow before she understood. Well, perhaps understood wasn't the right word.

Hn. I'd have thought an assassin would know how to be careful, a condescending voice sneered in her mind, and Talae frowned. Just what the hell was going on anyway? She felt a soothing coolness over her wound, and then all of a sudden it wasn't there anymore. Of course, given the situation, she could do little save file it away in the back of her mind and hope she remembered to ask later. Circumstances were about to get a whole lot worse, if the fact that she was watching a man she'd certainly killed stand up again was anything to go by.

Undead...? She didn't have the opportunity to contemplate much beyond that before her reflexes took over and she was ducking, dodging and stabbing as well as she could. Without the grievous wound across her back, moving was as easy at had ever been, but there were simply so many. It was as though every time she ducked under a weapon or clove an arm from its shoulder, there was another there to replace it. She could hear shouting, see light, but all of it was indistinct, focused as she was on keeping upright.

It was only when she threw a flask of acid in the face of one of the undead that she bought herself enough time to seek out her partner, and when she didn't see him, she nearly panicked. Shit! What happened? Don't tell me they- his shouting started up about then, and, shoving her blade into a corpse's throat, Talae hauled viciously to one side. It was close enough to a full decapitation to do the trick apparently, and the creature fell. Somehow, she'd managed to put a fair distance between herself and Kisikoni, or he had, she couldn't tell for sure.

Half that distance was closed when the bodies flew away from where they'd been, and the elf's red eyes went wide at what she saw. Had he- no, undead didn't look like that. She wasn't exactly sure what did, but she was not certain she wanted to know. She blinked, and he was back to normal; for a second, she wondered if she had imagined it all. But it was hard to fabricate that feeling; especially since it was not often that Talae was afraid of anything. Cautious, wary, yes, but always rationally so.

Something stirred behind her, and she whipped around, gripping her steel in both hands and angling the edge so that it bit clean through the undead skull. No use worrying about it. Whatever had happened, Kisikoni was still alive, and so was she, which meant that they had a lot more work to do. The light coming from the center of camp had not escaped her notice, and she jerked her head in that direction. "That has to be Sarish. Let's lead these bastards over there and get as many at once as we can." Slicing them up could only kill so many; playing bodyguard to a holy man who could tear through them much faster seemed like a smart idea.

She no longer had the speed enchantment on her armor, which meant they were going to have to sprint under their own steam.

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Perhaps it was fortunate that by the time the Thane and her silenced had reached Sid's team, Alistair was there as well. As such, he didn't have to fight through a sea of undead to be of some assistance. From what he could tell, Quinn, Faera, and Lily were triple-teaming the Thane herself, and while some aerial reinforcement might be appreciated, he may just be in the way of the two on the ground.

The next confrontation to catch his eyes was the one between... an orcish woman he'd never seen before and someone with their mouth sewn shut. Upon closer inspection, he noted that the orc was carrying Sid's signature crossbow, and decided that (however odd it may seem) it must be her. Still, while Beelzes had armor and magic, Sid was ranged, and he figured she might be able to use some assistance of the melee variety.

"Captain!" he called, alerting her to his presence just behind her, then swerved in midair in an attempt to flank her foe. The silenced was wielding a broadsword, but the relatively short reach was apparently accounted for with the arcs of energy it manifested, so to proceed on the assumption that his reach was superior would be a mistake Alistair could not afford to make. Remaining in motion would be key to not getting destroyed. Still, if he could provide enough of a distraction, Sid might be able to get a good shot in, or perhaps simply take a swing with her considerably-sized fists. That was her call; he'd just do what he could to ensure she got to make it in the first place.