Roderic sat back, happy to be able to take a small look around and possibly interrogate the supposed prisoner. That particular plan was terribly short lived as the white mage awoke, and screamed some kind of nonsense. Deciding that he wasn't going to have any part in this, he turned as Dagon began charging down the steps, doing...whatever it was that he did. However, he couldn't help but grin at how effective that method was. Even if they didn't have a method to blow this place apart, Dagon could probably do a good job on his own.
At the same time, the knight charged ahead right behind Dagon. With a small shrug, he decided that rather than sit around with the insane white mage, and the disaster of what that could be considered, he figured he would follow behind. Better than anything that was going to be brewing behind them now, especially if the flashes of lightning were any indicator. As he made his way down, he glanced sideways at the black mage who had apparently ended up in a small scuffle with a Moogle, of all damned creatures. He was going to help, but then the shouting downstairs seemed to get much more...spirited. Taking off at a sprint, he noted Dagon slamming his fists into anything that dared get in his path, and the knight was having more trouble with a selection of opponents who were almost perfect in getting around her armor and weapon. As the ranger seemed to be getting ready once again to fire at someone, Roderic grinned at the foe.
You have no idea what you are shooting at, do you? C'mon, lets see who does this better. In fact, lets see who's projectiles are more dangerous.
The ranger turned, firing the crossbow as Roderic let loose a pair of knives, narrowly dodging the bolt as the ranger successfully dodged one of the knives, but was staggered by another. With now a much more clear advantage, Roderic began his own charge towards the Ranger, only to note that the knight was slightly overwhelmed by a berserker. Roderic frowned, knowing that he wouldn't be able to enjoy his unfair advantage over his wounded opponent, as a Samurai moved to do some finishing touches on the slightly pinned knight, obviously ignoring him. A target he wasn't about to ignore.
Well....guess we'll just have to risk a possibly second arrow. Damned group needs to stop being in such a rush...
Roderic dismissed the injured ranger for now. Besides, taking down this particular...honorable opponent brought its own rewards. Throwing a single knife towards the Samurai, it got the attention of the gria quickly enough as the lack of armor was now more of a weakness since the unexpected range of knives was a new problem. As he made his way forward, the gria turned to swing her blade into a defensive stance, only for Roderic to decide his flaming knife was at home here. He swung the blade intentionally to skim along the blade, launching sparks and flames at the gria who had anticipated a normal weapon, not flames to jump at them.
"Gotcha." Roderic said with a chuckle as the samurai stumbled back, throwing the other knife into the chest of the no longer perfectly standing samurai. For a moment, he gria started to register that the knife had struck her, and to Roderic's surprise started to try and recover...which was when he let another knife fly, this time closer to the throat.
Crystals be damned, why the hell are they so damned tough? Then again, they ARE supposedly damned insane...
For the moment, he was going to leave the knives where they were, as he wanted to be sure that Samurai didn't get back up from those, and turned to see the knight tugging free of the beserker. She looked...less than great. Which was about all the time he had to observe before the ranger from before had closed the distance. Seems it was hard to arm the crossbow with the knife in his arm, and had taken to trying to stab him!
Why the hell did I do this again? Oh right...that pretty knight from getting stabbed. I'm a damned idiot.