"Everyone just settle down." Brennah tried to be the voice of reason, staring around at her companions as they bickered amongst one another over what to do about Amon. Isabela wanted to go after her almost as much as Garret did, and when the two looked to Anders for help in the freeing of a mage the blonde simply made an excuse.
"Oh no, you are not using me as a defense to get out of this!" She snarled, turning as her brother left and not even bothering to stop him. "I can't let Garret go alone. Look, help if you want to or go home, I don't care one way or another. But if you're going to help then spread out, find Milah and my brother. If we can band together I'm sure we can get this done." Without another word Brennah left, moving swiftly so as to hopefully catch Garret before he did anything too stupid.
Voicing no objections her companions followed suit, spreading out over the town to see what they could find. It became readily apparent, however, that the chaos was coming from the Gallows and within half an hour everyone had massed there to see what was going on. The carnage was unimaginable as the group reassembled, though Milah was nowhere to be found and Brennah stopped only to tell everyone to stay back before she went in search of her brother amidst the flaming buildings and smoke.
"Do you think we should help?" Merrill asked, looking to the others with a worried expression.
"No, she told us to stay back. I trust Brennah, and I think our first priority should be helping anyone in the area who needs it or warning those ahead of what's coming." Aveline stepped in, taking charge in Brennah's absence. "Fenris, take Varric and Isabela with you to go do that. Merrill, Anders, spread out and aid anyone who needs it. Get them out of harm's way as fast as possible then move on, the more lives we can save the better." Aveline was gone a moment after she finished, and respecting her word the others fanned out to do as told before things got too out of hand.
In the meantime Milah had finally figured out where all the disturbance was and as soon as she approached the scene she knew what was happening. Amon was out of control and had a Dremora and an Atronach at her side and she was screaming as she lashed out at the Templar soldiers who tried to rein her in. They were getting slaughtered, and while some part of the Khajiit felt they deserved it another piece of her said Amon needed to be stopped before she destroyed the entire town. That in mind Milah kept to the shadows and followed Amon's movements for a few minutes before seeing Brennah's companions spreading out to try and contain the damage and get people out of the way of the crazed vampire child.
Absently focused on that and not really watching where she was going for a moment, Milah ran headlong into a man in heavy armor bearing the sword and flames of the Templar. He was obviously trying to stay out of the way as well, though as soon as Milah jumped back and bared her teeth at him the man drew his sword and eyed her with a great degree of suspicion. His first thought was that she was Coterie trying to take advantage of the situation but as he looked more closely it was clear that her armor didn't match that of the group and she seemed to be alone. Coterie were never alone.
"Are you Knight-Captain Cullen?" The Khajiit asked, looking at the man with some degree of hope.
"I am indeed. But it seems you have the distinct advantage of knowing my name whereas I do not know yours." He put his sword down though kept it drawn, still wary of the stranger.
"This is no time for introductions, but if you must know my name is Milah. That girl out there causing all this destruction is a friend of mine, and believe me when I say she is not like this. A woman with blonde hair and armor similar to yours took her a few hours ago, and I fear that whatever was done to her during that time has caused her to act in this manner. I wish to stop her but I know I can't get close, not with her summons right at her side like that." Milah cast her eyes back to the main area, wincing as Amon screamed the Black Sacrament and continued to cause destruction.
"If she's a blood mage we cannot let her live, our best chance of putting a stop to this is to kill her." Cullen looked at Amon as well, clearly feeling that killing a small child was wrong but knowing that there was no going back once one became a blood mage.
"Look, she's not a blood mage. Do those look like demons to you? Why is it that a mage can't have summons without being considered evil? Trust me; once we get her to calm down she'll be fine. But if you want to try and kill her, you will have to go through me. Am I clear on that matter?" Milah growled, ready to take the man out with a single shot if he even so much as tried to hurt Amon.
"Fine. I would hate to have to murder a child. What do you need me to do?" Cullen relented, knowing that the woman had a point. The creatures beside the girl causing all the havoc did not look like any demons from the Fade that he'd ever seen, and it was obvious that something more than what met the eye was going on.
"Distract her. You have heavy armor so I assume you can take a hit or two. If I can get close to her and restrain her she might calm down." Milah stared at Amon, sorrow reflecting in her eyes at what her friend was doing.
"Alright. Just try not to get me killed, will you?" Cullen took one deep and reassuring breath before he charged straight into the fray, past the line of Templars that Amon was about to charge into and making himself the target.
As this happened Milah rushed through as well, past the summons that were now focused on Cullen and straight for Amon. In a desperate dive to avoid taking any damage from the little mage she wrapped her arms around her friend and tackled her to the ground, using the advantage of her weight to hold her down. In the tumble her hood had fallen off yet again, and the feline stared into Amon's eyes with a mix of pity and sorrow.
"Amon, whatever they did to you it's not worth destroying the town over. Stop this, please." She begged, looking down into the small girl's eyes and hoping that her pleas would not fall on deaf ears.
In the meantime Brennah was searching for Garret. Things were getting chaotic fast, the Templars were being slaughtered and the guardsmen were following Aveline's passed down orders to stay out of the fight and help get people to safety instead. She would not risk her people for this, not when she trusted that the feline companion had a plan and would make things right. The Viscount would be furious she was sure, but it was worth it to her.
"Garret!" Brennah tried to call over the noise, keeping out of sight as she moved amidst the havoc and tried to locate her brother. He was nearby, she could feel it, but without a visual or any other way to find him the redhead was stuck.
"Halt!" A voice made Brennah spin on her heel, the rogue finding herself face-to-face with a Templar who had his sword drawn and looked ready to use it.
"Sorry, no time to chat." Brennah gave a playful smile before dodging a sword swing from the impatient soldier, though sadly he was faster than she anticipated and executed a back swing that drove the hilt of his sword right into her chest.
Wearing light armor that gave very little protection from such a heavy blow Brennah gasped as her lungs burned from the impact and she found herself unable to breathe. Darkness closed in, and as the redhead faded she was vaguely aware of being picked up by the Templar and hoisted over his shoulder. He was taking her somewhere, but between her lungs refusing to work and the pain that was welling up every time she tried to inhale Brennah was passed out before she even had time to be aware that he was walking back towards the Chantry.
