The shove knocks her back hard, skull cracking against the stone- leaving her too dazed to bring more than the knife up in a clumsy swing that does nothing against the ax and spirit blade. Bull's blow cleaves into her chest, cutting off her shriek with a wet gurgle- Korrin's blade severs it at her throat.

With the distraction provided by he bloodmage someone ducks around the corner at the intersection to the left and hurls something down the hall, bright, shining, with a burning fuse.