Glade looked around at the situation. There were two of them and probably two dozen blood thirsty Noxians.<br/><br/>"Anastasia," Glade said slowly, "I think I have an idea where Swain is. Now is not the time to be violent, and we're heavily outnumbered here." A Noxian wielding a sword snuck up behind Anastasia and swung down. Glade tackled him before the sword him, but the sword hit his right wrist and cut it open. With his foot, he kicked the sword away. At that point, the other Noxians picked up weapons of their own.<br/><br/>"Just go, Anastasia, I'll make sure you get out. Don't worry about me, I can just teleport out!" he assured her, but he hid his injured wrist. With his left hand, Glade knocked out the man he tackled. He held his staff in his left hand and cast Lightning Ball and knocked some others down. "Go! Now's your chance!"