He looked around, and tapped the other's shoulders, before pointing to the gargoyles. That done, he strode forward, and nodded to the Wyrmlord. "So... Now what? Big fight, one of us falls and then what happens?"<br/><br/>He had his staff held in one hand, low and ready to flash up and defend, as he smiled slightly, like a man that was completely surrounded, outnumber, outgunned, but still had that one little trick left up their sleeve that would turn everything upside down. He whirled his staff around, a bluff, before setting up a force sphere around them, a duel to the death, without the others interfering. He was a step above them, and he wasn't going to let his friends meet with death. Even though the smug bastard was watching from one of the rafters...