<span style="font-style: italic">Scarlock, incoming hostiles, leave now.</span><br/><br/>Scarlock pulled on the hidden lever, causing a small pistol to leap into his hand from the depths of his sleeve. He shot the stone floor beside the prone form, a warning shot. Wisps of green smoke trailed the bullet.<br/><br/>"Well, apparently someone has a large ammount of reinforcements coming," He rose out of his seat, "And I'm not going to float around and get minced by savages." Scarlock paused, allowing the words to sink in. Then he sweeped his arm, causing the pistol to retract back into his sleeve and he tromped towards the doors.