Ferris looked at the archer recruit then he looked back at everyone else who was already making there way into the village weapons in hand then back at Kezric and said, "No more questions or you're liable to miss all the fun, no?" Seeing Chryll walk into the village with no words said and pull the large blade from behind her with relative ease was a bit awe inspiring to the mage and rogue.

Reaching behind him into the two black sheaths that contained his twin fire enchanted daggers and drew them out very slowly. Both had jagged saw like edges on both sides to maximize cutting potential as well as blood spill. Holding both blades backwards, allowing them to run the length of his arms the silver haired assassin would have loved nothing more than to be able to walk into the shadows and kill from there but since it happened to be broad daylight, quick kills would have to suffice. His mind although was quite impressed with the woman and the ease in which she wielded the gargantuan blade that she carried. It would seem that it was not just an attempt to intimidate...

Apollo (it's gonna be a shame to have to kill him but slight back story time) already with staff in hand was not far behind Chryll with a cynical smirk on his face. He had been an apostate until he was found and recruited by Marcus after slaughtering a group of ten templars with his blood magic. The raven haired mage carried a small sacrificial dagger with him at all times that he used to activate his blood magic abilities by cutting a slit into both of his palms. All blood mages who were still getting used to activating their power had to after all, but nobody but them knew that. Cracking his neck and back as well as several other limbs awkwardly his mind was already prepared for the mass genocide to take place.