Ky went quiet, his expression going as stern as stone - the only sound he had made was the soft sigh of his sword being drawn from his sheath, the weapon was rather unremarkable save for the red Crusader's cross on the pommel.

"Change of plans. I take lead, if you have familiars, bring them out now." the man ordered. "Gehring up with me and the familiars - Entykk, Zoldyck fan out towards the rear. Leveiller, Kris, Matlin stay towards the center."

With that, Ky starts to head towards the direction Maya was peering at - the sound continues to persist, and seems to somehow grow louder despite not moving at all, as a discordant, distressed wail of some reed instrument starts threading into the broken off-key plinking. Tyzias would that the area had a faint fog of lingering magic, with a wavering mass several meters down, just barely present.