The large man bellowed in rage at his limp, crippled arm before the starscale could answer Kathwyn's haughty remark, drawing the attention of his single surviving slaver. Comparing what had been done to his "comrade" by the woman to the blue lizard's  comparatively mild punishment, the remaining slaver redirected their focus entirely from her to him, indeed making them his fight. "Ah,<em>tricky.</em>" he mumbled to himself as the remaining surviving force of four surrounded him.<br/><br/>He watched the two of them anxiously, keeping one dagger pointed at each of them... Fighting flanked was not a particularly favorable position, regardless of one's skill or opponents. Of course, he was fortunate enough to be given a grand opening when the enraged slaver boss bore down upon him with a heavy left fist, trying yet again to crush him in a single blow (though this time, his axe lay beside him, abandoned.) Isk'Karren grabbed the large man's arm with his shoulder tendrils and used his momentum against the unfortunate man across from him, slicing a bloody path down the back of his left leg to match the one on his arm along the way. When he tried to regain his balance, he bellowed in pain, collapsing and pinning the smaller man to the cave floor.<br/><br/>He spun the daggers together quickly, end to end as they reformed the long-bladed glaive. "Should have listened." He said coldly, then plunged the blade straight through the back of the leader, impaling both men before releasing the weapon, allowing it to dissipate in a puff of smokey light, leaving naught but the gaping wound. He turned to the new commotion forming behind forming over the woman he had meant to save, a fact that sparked his interest and a little caution as he watched, taking his water-skin from his belt and having his third drink of the hour, leaving the thing only half full.<br/><br/>He paused, finally noticing a strange set of emotions behind him, albeit that they were quite overshadowed by the many sets of sorrow and fear and disgust from what he assumed were the slaves in the caravan. Still, he turned to it's source, wary of the new comer. Surprised to see a relatively well dressed and thoroughly attractive woman walking into a cave from the wastes, he cocked an eyebrow at her. Not only did she seem as thoroughly out of place as a pair woman's under clothes in a drawer of hammers... He had the odd feeling that, similarly, little good could come of knowing her. He paused just long enough to lessen that preconception back to simple caution, and banish the somewhat lewd imagery completely from his mind, then nodded. "Ah... I believe the correct expression is "hail." What has one such as you in these... terrible wastes?"