The force of the horses' charge sent Dynamis flying to the ground somewhat dazed. Crowds quickly converged in the streets as the bored villagers grew bolder.
Picking himself up, Dynamis joins the surging crowd as it presses in on the arrayed Templars, the horses and the two lone men. He wondered absently if he should help the man, perhaps he was simply too stupid to know how to truly escape them. Sighing to himself Dynamis commits to helping.
With a well practiced breath he waits for the surrounded spellcaster to make a move towards casting a spell then joins in making quick movements of the hands in his pocket lovingly stroke the pages of his book as he makes a practiced look of awe and shock with the remainder of his body.
Frostbite painfully afflicts the tongue and throat of the Inqiusitor as they flash freeze making the formation of words extremely painful and difficult.
