I'm Not Seeing Your Roles, Guy Borg.

A cloaked woman with deep black eyes and a bewitching pale face climbs down the stairs. She raises her hand and eight crossbows take aim at you. The Evergard lowers their hood revealing blue spiky hair and the smug face of Brink Tussler. He's here to save us. Whatever shall I do? Oh. That's right. Paralight snaps her fingers and a flying snake appears in her head. Let's just tighten on the serpent here! No no, Hannibal out of your pet's hands!' she says as she thrusts the snake into a nearby wall. "I'm not taking any prisoners today."