"You mean you don't remember me? That's sad... I was hoping you would. This won't be as entertaining!" Teren sighed, showing no intention of moving as he readied himself for an attack, his instincts telling him to watch his back. He had lost track of one of the men; that could be a fatal mistake.<br/><br/>"And you can tell your friend to stop hiding, unless he wants a knife between his ribs." he added, smirking, then worrying as he weighed the odds. Any source of demonic or angelic help was unlikely, and, skilled he may be, but he wasn't a killer.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'I may have to make a run for it...'</span>he realized. The idea of leaving the others at the mercy of slavers stung, but he'd rescue the girl for sure; the group seemed worried about her more than anyone else.<br/><br/>Teren made a quick feint forward with his dagger, to catch the first slaver off guard, then pulled another from his cloak and slashed with it. His intent was to maim, not kill, but he'd take any result. He just needed a moment to get away.