[Suzerain of Sheol]

This is not what I signed up for at all...

"What the hell are you doing!" she shouts at the quickly-receding back of her impromptu ally, barely able to get the words out before their assailant is closing on her with that horse-killer. He's whipping it around in a double-circular pattern, building enough momentum that he'll probably cut her right in half if he connects.

So we can't let him do that...

Taking the last half-second to brace herself for the mental toll of what she's about to do, the mesmer goes invisible a second time, dropping a phantom that is instantly bisected while she bolts for the stairs nearby. Half way up, she fires off a shot from her pistol, forcing the swordsman to duck for cover, the delay of which she uses to summon a phantasm with two identical copies of the same gun, which promptly begins unloading a barrage of butterfly-bullets at her attacker.

Not done, she blinks across the hallway to the stairs on the other side and summons two more copies of her illusory gunslinger. The lobby below is now criss-crossed with magical gunfire. None of those rounds will be fatal, but hopefully the bastard doesn't know that.

Tsae leans a hand against the wall to catch her breath, the other rubbing her head. It's been a while since she's had to go all out like that. The feeling shouldn't last long. Syrgei had better take advantage of the distraction, though...