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Dead gods, that was it. Kisikoni had a lot of explaining to do when this battle was over, and she'd better like his answers. These uncanny bursts of strength accompanied by severe bodily damage were not helping her concentrate on the battle any, and if he was going to insist on employing them, she was going to know what "they" were. Talae was not angry often, despite whatever her standoffish personality would lead one to believe, but all she knew right now was that someone with which she had chosen to concern herself beyond the average Legionnaire (when had that happened?) was doing something that risked the both of their lives.

And those leg woulds looked awful. Talae trusted Pel to do her job, so she simply kept fighting off the few enemies still this far back on the wall. It was all she could do. Liliana had landed and offered her golem, but Talae shook her head minutely. "The fighting's getting into the streets now. There shouldn't be too much else around. I can handle what I have to until he's back up and moving again. You're more assistance to the Legion if you keep on making saves like this."

When the elf mentioned poisons for her arrows, Talae contemplated for a moment, glancing back at Koni and Pel. She'd made some sabotage plans for this engagement, but it didn't look like she'd have the chance now. She wasn't going to leave the two of them for the duration of this fight now that they were in it. "I think I can do you that and one better," she replied matter-of factly. The golem knocked a stray solider off the wall, and she decided it would take care of things for the minute or so she needed to explain this. She withdrew two vials of a highly-potent neurotoxin from her belt and handed them over. "Coat the tips in this, but don't waste it. Nothing more than a nick will cause temporary paralysis of whatever limb you hit. An actual hit will probably drop an orc for a few minutes."

Next, she handed over two spheres, both with wicks attached. "This is a smoke bomb," she said of the first, "light it and it will give you or someone else cover and obscure vision. This is a flash bomb. Don't look into it when it goes off, and if you use them, use them judiciously." Handing both over, she turned back to the situation at hand in time to see that Alistair was slaying the last of the soldiers in the immediate area. The harpy gave her a solemn nod, and she returned it with gratitude. It was... both strange and gratifying to know they had this much support from their fellow Legionnaires.

She didn't bother asking Pel how Koni was or if the healer could fix him, because she knew the answers to these questions. Instead, she said nothing and took up a sentry's post beside the both of them. She would not join the fighting in the streets below until both of them were ready to go, end of story.