The blood coating Sanguenon's eyes drew back. The demon quieted itself at his demand, and he felt a sharp pang of regret. This had already gone so wrong, what was he thinking? He should have merely worked from the shadows to do what he could for her, and let the chips fall where they may. In his heart though, he knew this was a problem that he could not solve alone, and the best chance she had was to be informed.<br/><br/>'Tell them to go..' He said plainly, his tone now subdued and reserved.<br/><br/>He turned his backs to them, exposing himself to Rhys' arrow, and Aurora's blade. Either it was a show of faith, or he simply didn't consider them a threat. Perhaps both.