Magnus was taken aback by the mans' hostility, expecting more open comradery in times of peril. However, this not being the case did not dissuade him from trying to assist the man, Magnus too rose to his feet, keeping the sword half raised at his side. "You seem alright, good, good. Had me worried there." He paused, taking a deep breathe and another paranoid glance about them only seeing more fleeing peoples, and a small detachment seeming to assist and converse with each other. But this was not much of a time to talk, this was time for action, the giant daemonic like creatures likely still strode the city like unstoppable colossi. It would not be long until they reached the outer most walls of the city, and they were not too far from the gate where they stood now. "Sir-Listen to me, you must leave, quickly, head to the city gates. I saw crowds, survivors, gathering there to regroup! You must go, I shall try and get anyone else out I can. Do not run to the woods, I warn you, it is too dangerous to run so blindly into the shade with the gods attacking us so. Stick together!" His tone was hurried and his movements jittery and frantic. Magnus began to take a few steps backwards, his eyes still on the man as he spoke once more, fear evident in his tones. "Don't just stand there go! Lest you end up like those unlucky! And believe me, the gods are not kind today!" The gods? All this talk of the gods was unknowingly was likely foreign to those of Tansla, even if Magnus did not know it. With that the god fearing man ran off, further into the city, though taking a path he would assume would lead him towards the city gates
The shrieks of the dead and dying filled his ears. What could the peoples of this city done to deserve the almighty wrath of the dark gods? Magnus saw no sign of religious buildings, could they be heretics and nonbelievers in the eyes of those beyond? Were they simply judged lacking in faith overall by the likely cruel being who called death upon the mortal sprawl. All of these thoughts raced through his head, though he could not make true sense of any of it. All was chaos, as was his thought process. It took several minutes and Magnus was able to assist one or two more souls who had been cornered or lost within the pandemonium. He showed them the way, back to the breech in the walls so that they may make for the gates more safely. Although they pleaded for him to come with them, he told the tearing and mournful faces of those still alive that this was in fates hand, not his. With that he continued, not seeing a live man woman or child for a all too long. It almost seemed quiet, with how quickly the city became empty of life. He stared down one end of the street, and then the other, seeing a humanoid being, standing immensely taller than himself, armored and wielding a large weapon. At first, fear came over him, believing it to be a warrior of the gods, empowered by the dark energies and made stronger through heretical rituals, but as he saw that the man, or woman, was actually fleeing instead of charging towards him, he raised his arms to the air, waving. His voice rose to a shout, desperately trying to be heard over the crashes nearby. "You there! Yes you!" He called out, stepping forward and towards an alley way which would lead into the next block of houses and shops, hopefully bringing them closer to the gate. "Follow me! Quickly! I believe the gate is this way!" In the near distance, the sound of a toppling building caused Magnus to be startled, jumping forward and nearly falling. He looked over his shoulder where the noise came from to see one of the beasts had rampaged it's way towards the wall, seeing it burst through a building with pure hatred and strength alone. His heart sank, he could not fight this, no mortal could. He begged the oncoming warrior even more. "Hurry! Hurry! They are upon us!" He waved into the alley way in a beckoning fashion and began to move between the buildings, awaiting to see if the armored being would actually follow him.