As soon as the fight began, Kalin decided that he would be betting on the Ancient in this situation. The Terraxs' longer, heavier blade might be an advantage against a weaker opponent, or in open warfare, but in single combat against a quicker opponent using weapons made for speed...<em>Yes, there's the disarm and range close... Hah, if only I'd had someone to bet with. Oh?</em>His eyebrows rose in mild surprise when Arcxsus managed to disarm Amethyst. Whether it was skill on his part, or carelessness on hers, it mattered little; just as expected, the agile Ancient reclaimed her weapon and took the tactical advantage again rather swiftly and backed to a safe distance.<br/><br/>Kalin was enjoying the show as much as the Fay seemed to be when he saw the Ancient pull her arm back. With a small frown he thought,<em>"She wouldn't really...!"</em>As she hurled the blade at the Terrax, Kalin shook his head slightly at the potentially lethal attack. He was about to turn to go, since the fight was clearly about to end, when the blade came whistling through the foliage and embedded itself in the trunk of the tree less than two hands from where he was leaning. He looked at the still-quivering handle, then back out to the combatants- ah the Terrax was unconscious now - and shook his head again. These races could be so impetuous sometimes.<br/><br/>He placed his hand beside the blade of the Sai and muttered, "Doer..." Immediately the weapon seemed to jump into his hand, making him smile faintly as he spun the blade to grasp it by the handle. He kept it pointed down, clearly not at the ready, and decided it was as good a reason as any to step forth from his cover and approach the potpourri of a group. In a quiet, though somewhat accented voice he announced himself, wary of the potential for violence. "Hello to you bunch there, I believe this belongs to one of you!" As always a small smirk accented his narrow eyes, speaking to his less than hostile nature, but without lessening his confident presence