With the motorcyclists' arrival, Armaros grabbed the hilt of his sword, his grip light as to not accidentally draw it by mistake. Blake reached out for his sword, but his arm inched lower to his satchel.. Grabbing the edge of something made of bronze, but was waiting for the right moment to draw it out.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"For one, I am not an out-lander, I come from the Land Of Storms. It is where I was born... where I first formed. These creatures near me are innocent, they were just trying to escape the city from the ones whom unlawfully rule here, then they were attacked by a giant robot bank, soon after planning on leaving again. They are innocent, all but I suspect that body stealing creature behind me known as Ephantus, though I do not recommend attacking him. It could prove a negative response for your presence, even I do not want to fight it, and I do not have a body for it to steal. Presumably anyway. In any case, please trust a fellow being from the Land Of Storms, please... these creatures will defend themselves, though I do not believe they will attack a force as great as yours and I believe this with all my own spirit, unless you attack first."</span><br/><br/>As the Water Elemental spoke out, Blake motioned for Armaros to follow. While she had given the gist of the group, it might be a good move at least try and help her... In case, they were not convinced. The two held their hands out, showing they were quite peaceful and not wishing for a fight.<br/><br/>"She speaks the truth... We want no trouble in any way..." Said Armaros, standing to the Water Elemental's left and Blake took her right. " actions in your city were not acts of destruction and prejudice... But of self defense as my elemental companion has mentioned..."