Haha no she's going to grab him by the scruff of his neck and ask, "Do you want to reconsider?"

Burst of Radiance, which might incidentally alert the neighbors that something's going on, it's bright enough.

One would expect having a face that's 50% eye would make one more vulnerable to light-based attacks, which is not necessarily untrue, but that's what magic items are for. It's still disorienting, but not enough to make her let go, though. It's surprising that it burns her even through her armor, but that only makes her more determined to take this human home with her.

She had [Silence] prepped for any yelling, but didn't really expect to be able to prevent all ways of an unknown foe to call for help. She's a [War Scout], not an [Assassin]. Nonetheless, this is slightly inconvenient.

"I'll take that as a declination."

She pulls a scroll out of her bag of holding, sealed with glowing golden letters.

She might not be an outsider but she might be - particularly since this doesn't seem to be the normal Material plane.

Protection from Outsiders (Subtype: Whatever The Fuck She Is).

She only has the native outsider subtype, and therefore is not eligible for specification by Protection from Outsiders! Not that anyone here can deduce this.

She breaks open the seal on the scroll and presses a thumb into it as it unrolls.

"Exus," she says.

The symbols on the paper flare bright and begin to move, contorting and spinning until they turn into a circle. The circle falls off the scroll and onto the floor—the paper withers and crumbles to dust—and begins to expand, rising into the air.

Qualm?

Will Save Says No.

...Her head tilts, and one of her secondary eyes swivels to the space behind them.

Someone's scrying them. Watch response shouldn't be that fast for a bright flash in a residential district. Also, the Watch doesn't scry people.

The glowing circle is forming into a vertical portal ringed by spinning symbols and flashes of color. It's not large enough to walk through yet.

Oh, he hasn't tried screaming yet! He should try screaming.

[Silence].

There's a ripple in space, and Klbkch is spat out into the room in a crouch. He's not wearing his uniform. His swords are drawn.

"Gazi Pathseeker. Release the Select. You are under arrest."

Xrn. The [Gateway].

If I disrupt it, you and Select Blai Artigas may both be killed.

Blai has never been so glad to see a giant bug in his life. Prayer helps allies, he'll - oh, never mind, it's got a verbal component.

[The Bindings of Belavierr].

Black threads connected to nothing snap around the crazy adventurer woman, rasping taut against her armor. They avoid Blai by a large margin.

[Pinpoint Strike]/[Decapitating Strike].

His swords flash towards Gazi's neck impossibly fast—

[I Moved Like Thunder].

The threads scream as she snaps through them. She blocks the Slayer's swords with her own, only just catching them in time before she loses her head. She closes her grip around Blai's neck, not suffocating him but not letting him go. If she does, the caster she presumes is Xrn will teleport him away. The antimagic of the armor will prevent a spell from snatching him from her grasp.

She flings Klbkch back with raw strength, watching him roll smoothly to his feet.

"You are less formidable than I expected," she observes.

She cuts out the [Silence]. It's a waste of her attention at this point.

- Prayer!

Oh, for fuck's sake. Whatever.

The other side of the portal is visible, at this point. There's grass, but not the autumn-colored tallgrass of the are around Liscor. Shorter, sparser, with thicker leaves. The soil is dry and cracked. The sky through it is clear and vibrant blue, to the overcast clouds of Liscor this week.

[Greater Curse of Frailty]. [Stop Heart]. [Stop Heart].

Sorry, didn't hear you.

What in the world—is her armor antimagic? Is that how she snapped the bindings?

[Deathward], on Blai.

[The Bindings of Belavierr]. [Chains of Mithril]. [Greater Light Bindings]. [Spatial Arrest].

[Deathlance] at Gazi's unarmored head. [Deathlance]. [Deathlance].

He's going to attack again, this time not assuming she's being held still.

This is beginning to be hazardous. She's already expended [I Moved Like Thunder]. Her secondary eyes crack the [Chains of Mithril] and [Greater Light Bindings]. No luck on [The Bindings of Belavierr]—what is that, she's never heard of it—no time—

[True Gaze of the Gorgon].

The spells fray in the wake of her capstone Skill. The death magic still bites into her, but—she lives.

The eye-Skill sparks off his silver blades, and he reacts just fast enough to keep them trained between him and Gazi, but they don't catch all of the effect. The outer layers of his shoulders turn to stone, and then he's lost the ability to maneuver them, and he's still mid-leap and trying to change his trajectory now will give Gazi an opening to get more of him.

Gazi tilts her head enough that his swords carve into her jaw instead of anywhere more vital, and the kickback of the blades scraping on bone is enough to shatter the calcified chitin of his shoulders.

And with his swords now out of the line of sight, he can feel her Skill biting into the rest of him, and he's not strong enough to resist it—

And he's a statue.

Shit he hopes they have a local way to fix that.