<span style="font-weight: bold">Glaive:</span>"What are your orders?" Glaive said looking at Ark. "I mean you won't find a more opportune moment than this. The creature can't even defend itself right now." he said with a wry smile.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ark:</span>Ark rubbed his chin as he thought things over. Surely this couldn't be a trap, it was way too elaborate for that. But if it were . . . It didn't matter. Either way they would have to fight Rin eventually, and now it looked lie that moment had come. Ark turned to Amy. "Well done." He gave her a pat on the back. "Now I'm going to make my move . . . can I count on you to watch my back?"