When everyone got the signal to move, Talae shrugged at Kisikoni as if to say why not? and grasped Fae's hand, returning Beelze's wave even if she did feel a bit silly doing it. She had no desire for her sister to have to navigate the landing a few other had already made, after all, and so they activated their armor together, dashing across the ground at near-breathtaking speeds, their constructs not far behind.
When they launched into the air, Talae wondered if that was anything like flying, for surely the moment of weightless vertigo before they began their descent must have been close. The air whistled past her ears in a way that temporarily deafened her, and it wasn't until she bent her knees to absorb the impact and straightened again that sounds started to filter in normally again. Immediately, she left Fae to do whatever she though was best (though she wouldn't stray too far) and reached for her sword, a throwing knife, brand-new off the caravan, in her other hand.
Her first opponent carried two axes, and Talae let fly the knife only for it to be batted away by the right-hand one. Shifting her grip so that she was grasping her blade firmly in both hands, she crossed her body with it to take the impact of the first strike, shoving backwards with what strength she had and maneuvering to get to the elf's side while he staggered. The crash course in melee combat was paying off a bit, it seemed, for the sword found his side and came away with blood bathing the blade. The man fell to the side, and Talae wasted no time in finishing it before he could start spouting those damn flames.
Her next foe seemed to be an ordinary guardsman, and though something inside herself balked at this thought she shoved it aside. A Child's ally was the same as a Child to her; they had to be. Her moment's hesitation earned her a slice to the arm, though, and she resisted the urge to wince at the sting of it. She swung thrice, and was parried each time, the human's metal shield ringing like some kind of horrendous gong, only less melodious. He swung again and nicked her leg, but this time Talae was ready, and took a step forward, striking one handed with her blade to force another block while her second knife found a home within an armor juncture.
Alistair, too, took to the skies with Achiru and Qinn, or as he had collectively termed them "the kids." He really did feel like an old man sometimes, but at least only in mind. A construct that could not follow him into the air was fairly useless for him, so he tagged his to keep an eye on both Lilliana and the younger Shanir, since he'd picked them for 'most likely to hesitate in killing someone that would not show them the same courtesy.'
His sharp eyes picked out ranged combatants a little above the rest, and so it was his bow he drew first, flying just out of arrow range before swooping in to fire off a shot or two before retreating again. In this manner, the numbers began to thin, little by little, and he observed another few being knocked off their position by what appeared to be an errant wind. One of the magi then; he made a mental note not to interrupt that.
Eventualy, though, the ranged combatants grew savvy to his plan, and Alistair could not help but sigh as they seemed to discover that it was smarter to wit for him to come to them. Of course, inwardly he was somewhat pleased by this, because it meant it was time to use his preferred combat method- his trident spear.
Not a trace of the polite, civil gentleman remained on his face as he dove at the two remaining people on his target vantage point. Such niceties were replaced instead with the cold efficiency of one who has seen far too much battle and plans to see far too much more. Straight of the bat, he impaled one of them, the talons of one foot raking down the man's stomach and effectively eviscerating him. This gave the woman- a white robed lamia- plenty of time to draw what appeared to be a scythe on a chain and fling it in Alistair's general direction. An upwards thrust of his own weapon caught one of the chain links on an outside prong, and he twisted, yanking the entire assemblage and its owner towards himself.
Being a lamia and having a tail, she managed to maintain balance, but lost her grip on the chain, and that was all Alistair needed.