For the time being, awaiting the hunter, the three stayed in the main lobby of the library, having a vantage of all blocked entrances. If it was going to come down to a fight, he felt it was best to divulge everything they were capable of–the skills they each possessed, and what they were best at.
Magnus sat atop a toppled shelf with his cannon manifested, leaning it against his body, "I won't be able to use large-scale attacks inside of this place. I can use condensed blasts, but they require longer charges, so I'll rely on you two to take his attention in that case. I'll back you up."
"I'm guessing you have access to the Dragon's Breath and Lost Sanctuary skills, right?" Finn asked the cannoneer.
"That's right," Magnus nodded while confirming. "I haven't had much of a chance to fight in a group yet, though. So, my timing might be off."
"That'll be fine. Just use Lost Sanctuary when I call it out, alright?" Finn requested.
"Mm," Magnus seemed disgruntled to be ordered around, though gave in. "Alright. If you have a plan."
Finn sat there in thought, nodding his head, "Charlotte, have you fought anybody else before?"
"Yeah, but not at this level," Charlotte answered.
"Alright. Well, Crow is likely going to summon a doppelganger of somebody else when he comes here. That person wields a giant blade and uses slashing abilities. They're lengthy and fast. Can you handle that?" Finn asked.
"I can do it," Charlotte assured him.
Dividing up the attention of the two-fronted hunter was an important part of success, though Finn didn't know how comfortable he was leaving handling the fake of Raven to the spellblade. Still, all he could do was trust that she'd be fine.
"I'll confront Crow head-on," Finn said.
"You'll have my supporting fire, but are you sure you can handle him? It looks like he really messed you up earlier by the sounds of it," Magnus asked sincerely. "This guy is no joke, right?"
"Yeah, he's tough and even more so tricky. I was caught off-guard before, though. I can do this–we can," Finn assured them.
"Nrgh!--" Magnus winced, using his cannon as a shield as the beast's horns slammed right against it, carrying him back with its rush.
Before anybody could even register what was happening, the minotaur slammed the cannoneer straight through multiple shelves, bursting into another section of the library.
"Magnus!" Finn called out.
There wasn't so much as a chance to help his companion as he found something quickly closing in from the corner of his eye; a silver glint that primed itself for his head.
He ducked down, witnessing a cleaver pass right above his head as it rotated. Before it could pass by, the one it belonged to appeared right there, catching the weapon in his hand.
"Nice place you got here," the snowy-haired, daunting figure remarked coldly before swinging the cleaver downward.
"You--" Finn called out, forced to block the strike with his dagger.
As their clash was broken up, he jumped back as the hunter did the same, granting them space for just a moment amidst the scattered pages from the decimated books around.
"I tamed that musclehead just for situations like this. You know, people sure do like bunkering down when they're scared," Crow remarked, adjusting his hair. "They're always surprised when I send that muscle-for-brains beast in, crushing all their pretty, little walls."
The sound of blades clashing from behind brought Finn to glance back for a moment, seeing that the doppelganger of Raven had already met the spellblade, slashing towards Charlotte, who was on the defensive.
Though Finn wanted to help, he found his hands full already as he turned his focus forward again. The advantage that was once held felt nullified already before the overwhelmingly sinister figure.
"You talked to that knight, didn't you? I threw him off my trail, so don't expect his help," Crow said, flipping the cleaver between his fingers.
"I wasn't counting on it. You're way too cocky for somebody that got lucky with a surprise attack earlier," Finn said, replicating his dagger into his other hand. "You don't have that now."
"Maybe not, but I don't need it," Crow said, dragging his tongue across his own bottom lip. "I'll cut you and your friends up. It'll be a feast."