One moment, the rogue had been behind her, gripping her shoulder too forcefully to prevent her from stumbling, then next... he was a blur. How could something so lazy move so fast? It was sickening, in it's own right, he moved with a fluid grace reminicent of a snake, yet it seemed lazy, almost slow motion. It was a lie of it'self. One foot, the right,  moving in between the priestess and merchant, he shifted his whole body to dominate the distance. At some point, Norbert had been thrown to Vina as that same left hand shot out, the heel of his palm striking the inside of the other man's elbow. With enough force it stopped him. His right hand, never mossing the beat, moving in tandom with his left, emerged from the cloaks and snatched the man's wrist. Suddenly pivoting on his heels, shifting all his weight, and that of his captive, he twisted the man's arm while crouching at the knees.<br/><br/>In a split second, the merchent went from swinging, to slamming square on his back against the cobblestone ground with enough force a painful CRUNCH rang out, dust and air rushing from the fallen's hungs in a mixed cloud. "Easy..." Whether it was an insult, or command to his captive, was unsure. A second bone crunching noise issued out as he twisted, snapping the man's arm and stepped away, tossing up and catching the man's own dagger by the blade. Coming to his full height stand, his head turned lamely to the priestess... "Care to heal, the 'poor man'..?" Ghostlight  eyes flickering back to his prey, then across to the knight...<br/><br/>((Actual martial arts move i know >.< and it is that easy against an unsuspecting moron))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>