Marrok nods in agreement, holding his gut as he rises to his feet and readies his weapon again. It was awkward to move and fight with such a weight in his mid-section, especially with the Double-sword required that space to be used properly, more so than any other weapon. Still, he had little choice in the matter now. Perhaps Saraphina had a better idea in waiting. He'd have to keep that in mind next time.<br/><br/>"Well then, let's get going. The more we spend talking is more time for her to actually get that thing bound! In the event she does manage to do just that remember that he said this thing<span style="font-style: italic">hate</span>s being under the sky. Worst comes to worst we bail out the back, light up this place and hope it hates the sky enough to stay inside whilst the place comes down around it's ears...."