Mistali Team
Sanfar stomped down onto the ground and grit her teeth behind her helmeted visage as she turned, Tenebrae glowing hotly as it was brought from its sheath and swung in a wide horizontal arc at the nearest of opponents. The first man struck would have their top half separated from their bottom with little to no effort, while the one after him would have the blade lodge half way into his spine before Sanfar ripped it out. The black knight gestured for the attackers to come at her, as if trying to provoke them into striking her as opposed to her teammates.
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM SniperATMN - Nearing the Boats
Without even a seconds worth of hesitation, Ahyan dropped his rucksack filled with his armor and belongings on the ground.
Still in only his loose sleeping robes, he brandished his sword, Alf-Layla, then ran in to help defend Zoroaster.
He was half way there when he remembered he had a team. "Come on! What are you waiting for?!" He yelled out with an impatient tone.
Pumping his aura into his blade, he supercooled it as he swung it into the nearest Crusader. If any blood fell on the sword, it would immediately freeze into a spiky point on contact.
G was here - 2/9/24ATMN - Nearing the Boats
Tsukiko stopped moving when she saw what was happening ahead, not being one to favor close combat, she drew her massive seige bow when Ahyan called out. With s simple motion, she slamed the base of the weapon into the ground and drew back on the string, a single bolt of ice dust falling into place.
With another motion of her hand, the string was let go, and the bolt itself infused with Aura, set for a timed detonation, sailing right twords the crusaders the projectile airburst into a shower of ice shards.
Unlike Ahyan and Tsukiko, Nemesis would rather move forward as ordered. Not out of cowardice, but rather because she was unprepared for proper conflict and if she were to die because of her own negligence, that would cease all attempts at her trying to bring the Vickers name back into light.
Alas, a fight was a fight. Following her leader's gesture of dropping their things she went ahead to shouldercheck the nearest Crusader, her sword swinging at his comrade next to him. Only a glancing blow was needed. As long as it drew blood, Raivo's true power would be unleashed and further fight would become a butchery.
Despite being used to fighting with her chest binded so it doesn't bother her during a conflict the movements proved easy enough to do and execute although the boinging obstacle was rather successfully throwing her into irritation.

Forth, TO BATTLE!
With the armed enemy rushing towards the team and Zoroaster guy, it seemed quite clear the only way out of this current predicament was to force their way through. Robert wasn't quite pleased about the prospect of killing other people, but there wasn't much else that could be done about it.
"Doin' it, pardner."
Picking up a bit of momentum, he charged into the fray, vanishing from sight for a few moments as a small gap in space appeared behind a few of the antagonistic opponents and Robert emerging from the portal, delivering a slash with his glowing dagger to the poor sap's spine. There wasn't blood or gore, although the foe would've likely slumped over, paralyzed as if his nerves had been damaged.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.