After finishing up with the injured woman he smiles kindly down upon her. One of the waiters draws his attention away however mentioning that he was a warrior and asking if he would head to the plaza. "Yes of course, I shall head there immediately." He remarks while looking around seeing to it that all those in the restaurant where taken care of. (At least everyone is all right.....I should make haste however to deal with whatever the cause of that explosion could have been, I do not want to see Jaas put in any danger.)<br/><br/>With that Xarces hurries outside into the streets. He pushing past many people scrambling every which way, dealing with the after math of the explosion. (I have wasted too much time already.... I can't be bothered to wade through this mess...) He thinks whilst spreading his wings, before leaping into the air quickly ascending above the sporadic masses.<br/><br/><br/>From his elevated position Xarces would survey the devastated remains of the meeting hall, would see the scene laid out beneath him, of the man in white standing at the center of many angry onlookers, some which he recognized from earlier, particularly Sasha and Gina seemed to be in a fighting stance across from the man in white. (what's this now? Judging by the way everyone is gathered around this single man I would say that he is to blame for the destruction....) Xarces decides while swooping over the man to land nearly 20 feet behind him.<br/><br/>Tucking his wings tightly against his back he turns to face the man in white. Reaching his left hand across his waist to draw his crossbow, which housed a gravity fed clip containing 6 bolts in total , before immediately  pointing the ornate weapon at the man's back."Well, well well, aren't you the popular one. Your the cause of this senseless destruction I take it.....tell me then, how is it that you expect to leave this city with your head still attached?..... Don't be foolish, you need not throw your life away, lay down your weapon, and perhaps these good people shall show mercy on you. There is no need for things to get messy." Xarces finishes as with his right hand he draws one of the two sabers from his back. The silvered handle engraved with menacing looking runes of ancient origin depicting death suffering and destruction. The blade, which slowly clicks from the sturdy sheathe, would be comprised of the darkest of metals. The cutting edge of the sword was wickedly serrated, embellished with a deep vein running along the center to branch out after every other jagged protrusion. The weapon was clearly designed for the intent of leaving the most grievous of wounds, of spilling the most blood with every cut.