David led the way to the slider in the back room after Leara's comment. The mood appeared calm, he didn't sense any immediate danger, and he honestly thought that she was over reacting by quite a bit. He simply didn't understand, he didn't see himself as special in any way, shape, or form. He was just a man, one who had lost his wife, one who as far as he knew had no magical capabilities. This woman was trying hard to convince him otherwise, but it was a hard sell to be sure. Still he figured he could use the distraction, so he played along for now, and as they walked outside he nodded at her instructions. He followed behind her closely, he was in good enough shape that it really wasn't hard to do at all. As they made it calmly through the trees, the lack of any one else around seemed to be disturbing a bit, and David wondered quickly where everyone was. That didn't last long though as he stood behind Leara when a large figure in a black cloak came out of the shadows suddenly.<br/><br/>Things went immediately from being a game to being more real. He suddenly felt like Sam in the book I am Number Four, when he first sees a Mogodorian. It was hard to believe, but at the same time his eyes were not deceiving him, the beers he had consumed, three of them, were not the culprit of this site. The figure was taller then she was, nearly taller then he was himself, as he stared on. David was useless, he had no fighting skills, no magic that he knew of, at least not here on Earth, his size and bulk intimidated most people, but he knew that would not work here. The face of the shadowy figure remained hidden from view, as if all light was blocked from entry. "Look pal, we don't want any trouble, besides I am fairly certain my friend here can kick your black shadowy ass." He hoped she could at least.<br/><br/>The moment grew more tense, he swore he saw the faintest hint of a smile from the large figure. "I would like to see her try in those clothes without her weapons." The figure bellowed back its voice was shirll and yet deep, English was clearly foreign to it as the words seemed almost forced as if it was learning the language on the fly. In fact that was practically the case, as it learned to communicate just enough. If David for some reason or another hadn't met up with Leara he was to try and convince him to come back and fight for their side. Since that part of the plan was now out the window he was ordered to kill. Of course if David Marsh was able to be captured alive then that would be for the best, his power would guarantee victory and make the dark forces unstoppable. If he made it back to Eldorath with Leara the war would be brutal and hard, yet in that moment Varanshig realized something of importance. David Marsh had no idea what he was capable of, he was a shell of his potential, he possessed nothing, fear was the stench coming off his body, the light gray eyes did not lie in that sense.<br/><br/>David was prepared to run if needed, he whispered to Leara, not that it would do any good in hiding his words from the creature before them, "Just kick his ass and we will run to my car, come one."