Tyger smiles and even manages a silent chuckle as the twin elves step out into the open but never takes his charcoal colored eyes from Drizzts’ lavender ones. At the elder Do’Urden’s words he nods almost imperceptibly and watches the elf make his charge without blinking. He remains almost statue like still until the last possible second. With a speed giving testament to his unnatural abilities he slightly bends his knees then suddenly springs up into the air. He dives over the swinging blades and their wielder rolling in the air so as to land back on his feet. His dark purple cloak obscuring his form and movement as it bellows around from the quick motion of his agile body. The instant his feet touch the dust covered floor he launches a kick at the rangers back. Throughout the maneuver his hand remains on the hilt of his undrawn katana. Using the momentum of the kick the half elf turns to face his love’s father. Even before his foot returns to the floor the weighted end of his chain flashes towards a lower leg of the full elf faster than a striking cobra.