The two templars lay on the ground bleeding profusely, while he originally thought them dead, the spell was blunted in some fashion. Given the nature of the order Dynamis surmised that their armor contained wards of some kind. The Inquisitor was another matter. As the Inquistior turned and called out to the crowd for the attacker to step forward jeers began to come out from the crowd. The witch hunters reputation having driven all the southern folk from the area only northerners and those raised in the colonies remained. Sympathy was not with the lone Inquisitor.
"Its the witch! She's right before you." One man cried, followed swiftly by another, "Show him witch! Show him your power!" The woman was utterly terrified, clearly the Inquisitor did not suspect her, though the crowd certainly did. The girl trembled in fear, unlike the others she had heard the stories of the black towers of the Inquisitors. She knew what fate awaited her, and the most terrifying thing was that she was a spellcaster herself. Her beauty was not entirely natural having been enhanced through the years with simple poltices and other formula that her aunt had taught her. Simple magic, nothing like a truly great spellcaster would be capable of. Afraid for her life now she took a small vial from her tunic and threw it to the ground sending up a large plume of smoke and ash. The girl emerges from the plume with murder in her eyes, she was not going to go quietly. A small dirk in her hand she charges the Inquistor shouting what appear to be curses, though in the din nobody can truly hear her.
Dynamis chuckles inwardly at his dumb luck. The crowd is cheering now, this is the most exciting thing to happen in ages. Joining the spectators he shouts out with glee. For a bit of added fun he casts
Flaming Star targeting the Inquisitor. Maybe the girl will live after all. A five pointed star ignites around the Inquisitor the flames rushing in to do him grevious harm.
