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It’s not that you don’t have faith in Neve… but there are a lot of mages and undead in this arena and you’re not sure you’d even have time to hear her out.
“I think we’d better retreat,” you call back, loud enough for Ashur and Mae to hear you as well. Ashur nods—you’re grateful to the hat for making the movement obvious enough to see from a distance—and Mae tosses you a quick wave to let you know she’s with you. Then, you begin to move backward, swinging your sword at the Venatori (alive and otherwise) who try to follow you.
Unfortunately, the resurrected ones don’t appear to be put off by the loss of a few body parts. The ice spells Neve flings at them have more effect than Ashur’s attempts to use force magic, but even so, you’re not really gaining an advantage. It’s a relief when you realize you’re back on street level, kicking open the exit door behind you and collapsing gratefully backwards out of it and into the street, startling a lone street cleaner who takes one look at your weapons, your bloodied faces, and the shambling horde in hot pursuit and takes off at a dead run.