Barty, always one for deception, had a different approach. He quickly found a fallen knight's discarded armor and, using his magic, transformed into the very image of the enemy. With a smirk, he joined the fray, using his newly acquired identity to slip past the confusion and strike from within. He swung a knight's sword, cutting through his former allies with precision, catching them off guard. His movements were fluid, each strike landing with deadly accuracy, a reflection of the knight's own fighting style, but with the cunning and unpredictability of Barty's own combat skills.