Desi relaxed his grip on his staff as soon as the templar crumpled over. Briefly, he considered catching him to ease his fall, but Desi figured he didn't mind giving this one a few extra bruises for his troubles. He saw Yonca's approach and the glint of steel in her hand, but he ignored it from the time being. There were other matters he needed to concern himself with first.
Desi knelt at the templar's side, opening the bags and palming through them until he found vials of blood: phylacteries. One glowed with a fierce intensity. With a clinical precision, he threw them all to the ground and brought his staff down to crush the vials into mere shards of glass. He watched with some satisfaction as the blood soaked into the dirt, the small sample that glowed fading into nothing more than a dark patch along the road. With that, he glanced up and considered the knife in Yonca's hand. "Yes, it actually worked. Would you have preferred it to come down to our hexes against his armor?"
He met Yonca's gaze and held it, though he'd be willing to admit that its chill was hard to bear. "If we kill him now, they'll still find him. The Chantry's stubborn, not stupid. They can put two and two together--no templar falls to a simple mugging."