He wanted to intervene the fight, but... somehow, he felt it wasn't his place. All he could do was watch. Then suddenly, he was spoken to. Cyril had hardly noticed her approach.
"Excuse me, sir. Would you like to have your fortune told?"
He looked at the woman raising her crystal ball and blinked. It wasn't often that he was approached, because people found him intimidating. Still, since she appeared to be a fortune teller, he wasn't all that surprised. He waved his hand at her as if to brush her off, then looked back to the two who had been fighting.
"No, thank you."
He hadn't meant to act so rudely about it. It was almost a natural habit. Something he was so used to doing. He immediately felt bad about it, and turned back to the woman. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blow you off like that. it's just that, it looks like I'm going to be busy soon."
He had noticed the sky darkening. The clouds were gathering and then clearing, oddly enough, and he knew what was coming. As soon as the darkening sky began to colour a deadly looking shade of crimson and violet, he knew exactly what it was. All right, first... don't panick.
"Actually, ma'am. Why not. We should head into the castle. We'll be safe if there. I'll walk you." He quickly looked around at the people outside and called out. "If anyone can hear me, quickly gather inside the barracks or get inside somewhere safe. I'll take all the blame for the people inside where they're not supposed to be, but it's not safe here!" He sounded almost desperate. He didn't wanted to fight them, but he knew he might have to. The thought actually terrified the young Knight. He had seen people fall to the attacks. People that he knew. Last time The Watchers had attacked, he was killing his own people. They played with your head and your emotions. It was worse than a bad dream.
This was it. Alya knew this moment. She looked up to the sky in awe, all the changes in the weather and the swirling colours. She smirked a bit. She always loved being right in the middle of it. Seeing people attack each other and the world looking so currupted just plain excited her. At this point, the sky itself almost looked like it was falling. Literally. Malus nestled himself close to her and watched from the corner of his eyes as people started to change. They turned into monsters. Not literally, but the "weak minded" were suddenly acting... different. He readily prepared himself, and Alya brought her rod up, ready to either worship or fight. She didn't care which.