As Gavin calls out, the figures run closer, slowly becoming more distinct. A group of six people, dressed in simple armor, with various weapons at their side. Behind them is a large man dressed in dark gray plate mail, carrying a longsword. The chest plate is carved in the face of some kind of fiend, and his helm has two horns curving forward as he charges.

It occurs to you the armored man is chasing the other-

"By the divine authority of the Order of the Nail, you are hereby commanded to put down your arms and submit to judgement!"

The armored figure stretches out his free hand, and trails of black smoke spiral out from it. They twist and snake around the legs of the fleeing people, who promptly trip and fall to the ground.

You are roughly twenty feet away from the group of six, and the gray knight is another twenty feet away.