Jacob moves, and it's not fast enough. Amelia's blades are at the ready, one across the top of his wrist and another across his cheek as she darts around him and then back again. All the man can do is howl in pain and hunch over, hands gripping at the cuts she's left behind. It leaves him open for the rogue to disarm and rob him, his depowering device and phone on the ground in front of him before he can blink.

"You won't be needing those anymore."

She forces him forward a step, down onto his device with a short jab with the tip of a knife between his ribs. He cries out again, trying to whirl around to see her, his feet finding only his weapon against people like Chris and Jon and Wolfe to destroy it. Unable to call for help, to prevent magic from being used against him, he tries to grab for Amelia. She laughs at the attempt, letting him brush a hand across her arm before spinning out of his reach, bringing an arm across his shoulder blades, and dropping him to his knees with a cut of her knives across the back of them.

He's made his last mistake, and the terror in his eyes as he looks up at the encroaching cleric says he realizes that. Amelia grins, grabbing Jacob's hair and yanking back hard enough to make him cry out once more.

"The only thing deserved in this place, is the pain we have for you. Only this time, you won't live long enough to enjoy it." She digs her nails into his scalp, drawing blood before she tosses his head forward and looks up to meet her cleric's eyes.

"Jon deserves better than what this place gives him. We're going to even that a little today."