Through a whirlwind of kicked up leaves and swarming lights Teige could see Hawk thrashing against two smaller person-shapes in the darkness--he'd knocked the shining knife out of one of their hands, at least--

A boot came down heavily on Teige's chest, then, pressing him flat. He laid frozen; a bar of bright light fell across his chest and the boot and illuminated the masked face of its owner, and gleamed along the wide blade in their hands, which still had a little smear of blood along it. Teige stared.

Then something--a pot--flew out from where the light had emerged, and collided heavily with the side of the masked person's head, and they went stumbling away cursing.

All around at the edges of the outstretched beam of light, more figures went sprinting past, shouting and laughing(?) and chasing the assailants while the light skipped off the weapons in their upraised fists. Teige didn't move, though; he just laid silent and still and wide-eyed in the center of the light.