Seeing Dura Vanish and all of the other combatants hastily being dealt with, the bard merely shrugs his shoulders. "Was nice meeting you." he calls out, in an all too friendly voice given the chaos that was breaking out all around him. A quick glance over the battlefield would have him realize that already the battle was nearly won. Seeing no reason to waste any more of his spells on a one sided conflict, Xarces merely goes about cleaning himself up, gathering his things, taking up his swords once more, and preparing to continue on like nothing ever happened.