Isk'Karra, fully ignorant of the goings on near the caravan, gave his apparent ally a half smile as she pinned one of the slavers to the stone and returned her nod appreciatively. As he spoke, he kept smiling despite his serious tone. "Thanks much, miss... And feel free to revel with us, if you can handle the dance." His smile turned a bit savage as the leader of the slavers came towards him at full tilt, revealing many, many sharp, carnivorous teeth. He parried the axe with ease, the heavy weapon moving far slower than his lithe, unencumbered form, moving to drag one of his daggers up, aiming to sever the tendons.<br/><br/>He spun the glowing daggers on his hands as he stepped away from the large man, spotting the knife's new wielder. Taking a moment to focus his mind, he created a telekinetic bullet. He punched one of his shoulder tendrils out towards the knife, keeping his own metaphysical daggers trained towards the large slaver, hoping to knock Kathwyn's weapon from his grip. "Hardly polite to take a woman's knife. You can never know what trouble she may get into." His feral grin settled into a mocking smirk as he returned the majority of his focus and mocking tone to the larger man. "Wish to try that again, large man? Maybe try to swing that crude hatchet harder?" His eyes laughed despite his slightly broken speech.