"Ha!" As the crackle of thunder faded, he knew two things. One, that it meant trouble. Two, that it really fucking meant trouble. But at the very least they could die doing something, if they were going to die. "Your bitch goddess doesn't care about you or what you do!" If Ilvara was going to gut them for her goddess than Mikhail might as well help ensure that she has a miserable time of trying. When she then tripped and clung for her life, he knew that things could at least get interesting. Turning to the woman next to him, his arms moved with the manacles, seeking to move her around, keep her from the entry of the guard house as he sought to fling himself toward it. If he could buy the others a bit of time to do... something, then frankly? He was fine with that. The guards would surely be on their flank, and Mikhail figured he could take one, maybe two blows from them before he went down. "Move!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grabbing Absynthe and moving her, effectively trading places, if possible</div></div>