"Let's move then," Raeli says quietly. "I'm starting to feel like we're being watched."

She starts forward, back towards the door they'd come in by.

Anders follows, keeping a tight grip on Karl, like he could vanish any second.

Karl hangs onto Anders just as tight, but also makes sure Blaise is following.

Blaise stays close, while still being just out of Anders reach. (He might be as close as he can to trusting Karl, but he doesn't know Anders.)

The not-Templar brings up the rear, watching their backs silently.

They're nearly back to the exit back into the tunnel when Raeli stops, head tilting.

"What's wrong?"

"-Something's off. It's- Def?"

The not-Templar's skin cracks and peels, and the light resembles a fantastical carnival mask. "We're being followed," they snarl.

Anders doesn't have time to react to the magic of a disguise peeling away, whirling around to face their followers.

The clanking of armour fills the space, as they're surrounded from both sides.

"Halt, apostate!" 

"I have to wonder which of us you're talking to."

Raeli's bow is drawn, waiting for the opportune moment.

"Lower your weapons and surrender the apostate!"

Karl stands protectively in front of Blaise.

Anders seethes. 

"You will NEVER-"

"-TAKE ANOTHER MAGE!"

"That's a 'no'," Raeli says brightly. "Don't suppose we can avoid the fight?"

"Abomination!" The Templars cry. 

They don't get much chance to do much else.

Justice fires off spell after spell, then leaps at them, the end of Anders' staff turned into a spirit blade.

Karl backs himself and Blaise as far from the fight as possible, and he stares open mouthed at Anders.

Ilska barrels into the Templars behind them, the sword they'd managed to find her being used to devastating effect.

The not-Templar lunges forward in time with Justice, tearing through Templars with glee.

Raeli puts herself in front of Karl and Blaise, firing quickly, and surely.

Karl brings up barriers for the fighters, and uses grease traps to get the Templars off guard.