Eisen's situation was growing a little more complicated.
Stannis' attack was simple enough. The Fe-Toa's left foot dropped back, twisting his stance with it to bring his side out of the halberd's arc. Blocking a strike like that, force against force, was inefficient. An amateur would meet it, a seasoned professional knew better. His sword danced out, striking its haft to push the strike away even further from his body. The same backstep that shifted him out of harm's way interposed his shield arm between himself and his opponent, in case Stannis tried to follow up with a different strike. This was an opportunity, with the Po-Toa's weapon extended, that he would have preferred to capitalize on.
But yet another Toa joined the fray, sparing his ally from Eisen's attack. A Kakama user, clearly. The cloak at Eisen's side snapped up like a thing alive, batting the board out of the air but the Sentinel was already closing in at great speed. By himself, little threat. But he could take precious attention that he needed in order to match the Maru. The time for restraint, for discretion, had rapidly disappeared. Obfuscation would serve no purpose if it brought him to harm. Stopping the Fe-Toa was almost an afterthought, a simple activation of his mask solved the problem. The Toa went from rapid forward motion to thrown backward, struck by a great unseen force, quickly enough to cause whiplash. Such a rapid change in acceleration wasn't good for the body. In the best case, he would need a moment to recover from the air being so violently forced from his lungs. And the feeling of hitting the ground.
That was one problem solved, for the moment. But until the other followers in the village arrived, he was still outnumbered.
As much as he disliked Lantz, the Ba-Toa was keeping some of the other Toa occupied. That needed to continue. The enemy Fe-Toa would not be able to concentrate, not for a moment, so he 'grabbed' the same board he had thrown at Eisen by the nails and hurled it at the Toa of Air's head. She was so focused on pinning Lantz with her element, the Ba-Toa drawing her attention away from him, that she wouldn't see it coming until it was too late. It was too much to hope for that such an impact would kill her, but disrupt her? That it would do. And Lantz would again be free. Perhaps the Ba-Toa could be competent enough to use her disorientation to finish the job. The Matoran in the fray was brave, Eisen could admit that much. But if it was required, he would target the diminutive being in a heartbeat. It would occupy his attackers trying to save him. Lantz would make the same decision, he suspected.
He only needed to keep them all at bay for a few minutes. The tide of cultists and mercenaries was closing in, and then the tide would turn.
"Three minutes," Krayn hissed, using his element to ensure his allies could still hear him. His gaze was trained on the distant street, where the enemy was beginning to come into view. He could slow them, a little, but they were far too many to keep occupied for very long. "We all need to be ready to go by the-"
The Toa of Air jumping up onto the roof, an unconscious foreigner in tow, cut him off. The former Guardsman trained a revolver on his head immediately, finger on the trigger.
"And who are you?"