<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/8a/27/5b/8a275b61d494568eb08cecdf7c4c121f.jpg)</div>In the sanctuary, the orc watches Ming with a suspicious look on his face, a low growl coming from him and his body tensing as she begins to spin around her knife. When she tucks it away, he relaxes, leaning his head back on the rock. "I'm gonna toss my weapons away," he says with a frown. "No need for anyone to get killed." As he says this, he releases her ankle and reaches to his side, pulling out a knife and tossing it away out of his reach. The same goes for his two clubs, which clatter on the rock plateau. "Dofrak, stand down, you fool," he snarls over at Dofrak who has begun snarling and trying to stand up, only to collapse again. His voice raises, "Captain? Stand down. They've got us beat!" From inside the sanctuary, the fighters outside won't be able to hear him, but he seems cooperative, just watching Ming. Perhaps watching Ming a bit too much, his eyes moving up her legs and staring very blatantly at her thighs and as much up her skirt as he can.<br/><br/>The shout from the orc is unfortunately lost to the raiders, dampened by the sanctuary. Even as he is calling out, the rogue is still fighting with Machiko. "I think it would be quite fun to train a dragon pet," he responds as she taunts him, his eyes dropping down to her breast for just the moment that she needs to catch him off guard and give him a shove. He stumbles back his grip on her dress not releasing. One of his feet goes off the plateau and he windmills his other arm to try to stop himself from falling. If Machiko stays still, it's likely going to fully rip right down the front as he plummets or she could step forward and prevent the rip, but she'll need to grab onto him.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/93/88/9b/93889bd625e93ac2f666f489efc1ba9a.jpg)</div>The dwarf and the dragonborn both seem ready to jump to grab hold of Machiko when Diabelle struts out from the sanctuary along with a crackle of lightning and thunder with Morgan right behind. The two raiders turn to them, weapons in their hands and jaws set, flexing and growling in preparation of more fight. The dragonborn's eyes move from the arrows to look her over admiringly when suddenly he stops and grabs the dwarf's shoulder. "Corr, she has it. Fuck me, she has the statue. Hold, hold!" He holds up a heavy claw in the direction of Diabelle and snarls out a draconic curse. "Weapons down! We don't want her casting anything!"<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/6a/9a/886a9ad0a1d2364e51fee9238b62f6b0.jpg)</div>The dwarf, Corr presumably, tightens on his hand on his hammer and he responds in a calmer voice than the dragonborn, "Miss. I know when I'm beat. We give. Toss us the statue and let us leave. We'll not do you any further harm." He offers a half smile that doesn't touch his eyes. Corr, the downed archer, and the dragonborn keep glancing between the threatening Diabelle, Morgan with the massive axe, and toward Machiko. Corr and the dragonborn look somewhat terrified, but the archer seems to just be enjoying the sights now that he's not expected to fire at anyone. He seems more than anything focused on Morgan, his eyes thoughtful as he watches her. As he pushes himself up to lean on one shoulder, there is almost a moment of recognition before he goes right back to simply staring lustfully.