The bull isn’t close enough that he can get to either of the two, he knows that.  He’s also fairly certain that one of their group in range of being attacked by the priestess is plenty, just then — especially with Eiyre having just been told to march right past the whatever-it-is that just made a grab at Xarithe.  He hesitates for the barest of instants — just enough to note that  Turilia has the sorceress perfectly lined up — and hastily grabs at the oracle as her feet start paying more attention to the priestess than to her own brain!  “I’d rather you didn’t,” he says, but that instant of hesitation is just enough that he can’t quite manage to hold onto her.  Cursing under his breath, he heads over the corner of the dias toward the sorceress.<br/><br/>————————————————————<br/><br/>Grapple:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/160817">17</a>— That’s not gonna cut it.<br/>Movement: M10 » N13