Teir makes it to the counter - finally - when a scream erupts from the crowd.

"People are descending the stairs!" An explosion rocks the back of the building, and Teir turns quickly and draws his sword. "Men - to me!" The survivors - about fifteen of soldiers - quickly make his way to them. The civilians, by this point, are gone. They're surrounded by the enemy.

♥♥♥♥. No escape.

"Are you willing to surrender?" One of the men in the group steps forward, and Teir looks at him. Surrender... No. I will not let these dogs beat me here.

"I want three of you to head out the front. Everyone else is coming with me." Teir grasps his sword tighter and looks at the ring of men around them; there looked to be around eighty of them by now. He'd have to rely on the three men to provide a distraction while he and the others cut through the enemy.

Teir reached inside of himself, the twelve men that remained forming a ring around him, and formed a large circle of stone around them. He began to sweat from the effort, but let the magic go. Shouts were heard on the other side of the cylinder, and Teir assumed that fighting had begun. Enemy soldiers began pouring into the cylinder from the only entrance he'd left, and Teir began to use spears of earth coming from the ground to decapitate them. It was exhausting.

"I want five of you to head to the bank's vault. Burn everything inside; we won't let them have anything from this place. The rest of you will fight with me. Are you ready? Good. Let's go."

He let the magic go - again - and charged into the midst of the enemy, his allies at his side.