"Y'know what would be great? Weapons. Our Jobs. Something. Anything."

Sparks followed Ashe and the others out the door, and spots the incoming mob. He can't help but chuckle. He didn't need weapons to deal with these guys. A large group getting tripped down a steep staircase by an invisible person might be enough to slow them down. Especially if they managed to drop their torches.

The marshal sprinted down the stairs towards the group, and as soon as the forward most person approached them, he gave them a sharp shoulder check to the chest. Hopefully that was enough to send them reeling into the others and knocking them down.