Voloke, for his part, was already prepared for a battle. His greatsword still loosely held in both hands as he waited to see what was going to happen. He wasn't sure what the strange, humanoid thing that Ghaazala had created was, as he had little understanding of magic. She seemed to be suggesting that there was going to be a fight soon. Or, at least that there might be. "Too bad we don't know where it's coming from... if it comes at all," he said, looking forward and then backwards in anticipation.