Oriana and Caron reappear a few minutes later, in a long low boat that's more like a canoe than anything else. It takes another minute and a lot of hushed swearing to squeeze it in alongside the walkway without anyone falling in or any loud noises being made.

"Finally!" The former guard says over the party chat, standing on the two most stable boards in front of the door. "Anything to report, or shall I do the honors? If they resist, hit them with charms and illusions first, but don't hesitate to drop them if that's not enough or they pull any tricks."

"They're still not alert I think. Should I signal the guard also when you move?" She does know the signal of course, even if the narration hasn't mentioned it. "Try to silence that room so the upstairs doesn't come help?"

The signal for the guard is a Flare spell, or its Tirran equivalent, cast high in the sky above the location.

"Yes to both. Everyone ready? Three, two, one..."

The waterlogged door is torn apart by her kick. 

"In the name of the Queen, you're under arrest!"

Sometimes, just sometimes, she loves her work.

The occupants of the room have different reactions. 

"Run, boy!" He half-falls into cover behind a pile of plates and takes out a hand crossbow, aiming at Oriana.

His presumable son is slower on the draw, stepping back from the half-open shark and quickly casting Shield.

And then the shark's beady eyes finally notice the intruders and it explodes into motion, scattering scalpels across the room as its tail flails. It heaves itself off the table and flops jaws-first towards Oriana, not dead but undead!

(And up at street level, a smiling elven woman approaches the building, not yet within range of Weiss' illusion to be added to the map.)

Weiss doesn't, actually, charge in. There's not a ton of room in there, and she has enough to think about; Send the alert to the guard to move in. Muffle the sounds of fighting from this area (technically done in the three-count before the breach). Darkness spheres on all three hostiles' heads. Maintain the scry-view and watch upstairs to see if they're alerted. This takes up her entire round of focus.

The elf, seeing the flare, will burst into motion and sprint onto the scene, running along the boardwalk along the back of the building towards the ship.

(The others upstairs remain ignorant.)

Oriana meets the shark's maw with her longsword, holding it back while its teeth scrape against her gauntlets. 

Tisharue vaults over the shark with acrobatic grace, swiftly crossing the room to lay a heavy sword-blow across the chest of the old man.

Groping around in the sudden darkness, the necromancer gets a hand on the shark and then reaches inside it through the large incision he had been working with. 

"Roll!" He barks.

The shark obeys, crashing through the mouldering riverside wall of the lair and landing in the water with a huge splash, dragging the elbow-deep necromancer with it!

Vavana immediately starts summoning.

-She curses, starts going for one of her wands-

(The thing about Golden Chains is, much as it is pretty much her favorite spell for dealing with people, nonlethal as it is, as a little known weakness, it does not work in water, only air and sufficiently air-like mediums.)

-Goes for a different wand and speaks a command word. And then she's Flying along the surface of the water, trying to grab the target's clothes and haul them into the air with brutal force, lifted much more by the spell of Sinnah's Fly and limited by the strain limits of her two arms more than her natural strength or leverage.

The necromancer is elbow-deep in zombie shark, with a grip on its ribs from the inside, but that grip has just been loosened by the impact with the water and was slippery to begin with. Her grab is a success, and with a bone-jarring yank she can seize the spluttering human and drag him away from his would-be getaway ride. 

She's going to be vulnerable to stabbing or magic like this, she's not got his hands bound, but she's not afraid of stabbing, exactly - it hurts but that's fine in a few minutes - magic is a bit more worrying but how about she just - ascends to fifteen feet above the water or so and holds him there, give everyone else time to react to what has just happened. (And try to seize one of his hands to interrupt any casting, but with priority to not accidentally dropping him in the process.)

He does touch her with one of his blades while she's trying for a better grip, but it's not exactly a stab: A blind jab, a twist, a low dark mutter, and then Weiss is assailed by the horrifying sensation of her flesh loosening from her bones. There's no direct physical harm from it, but it is profoundly uncomfortable and disturbing. It feels as though if she was suffering a large enough cut, all the meat on her body could just slough off without her skin holding it together around her skeleton, a visceral reminder of her corporeal nature. 

Did somebody mention stabbings? The elf interloper is approaching at a sprint along the boardwalk. At the sight of Weiss lifting the necromancer into the air, she leaps off the end with a dagger drawn in each hand, diving for a mid-air collision. 

Popcorn-eating commentary from half of Creation away notes amusedly that her kitsunes don't really have 'physical bodies' anyway. It's a very convincing facsimile, a very insistent illusion enforced by soulstuff and belief, blurring the lines between "real" and "fake"-

For a moment, she sees her physical form for the magical construct it is. Her body feels fake, transparent, abstract, hollow, a malleable doll, a soap-bubble that could pop at any moment. She's in an illusion; She's playing a video game; She's a character on a screen.

She accelerates towards open sky at the maximum force that Sinnah's Fly can impart, about 3 times gravity, without really thinking about it.

That sudden change in trajectory takes the elf by surprise. Instead of landing on top of Weiss she only clips her with an elbow, a painfully hard impact that throws her spinning into the water with another loud splash. 

This kind of violent motion while being grappled also proves very disruptive to the necromancer's next spell, though his flesh-loosening would under normal circumstances last about a minute unless thrown off earlier.

(And it's at this point that one of the urchins at work wordlessly points at the commotion visible outside, finally alerting the half-orc overseer inside.)