Treavor smirked and turned to the merc once again. "Oh? One of those biggots I see. Well, I'll be sure to tell my dog where to bite." He brought a hand up to his mouth and gave a shrill whistle, soon followed by the sound of strange barks and metallic grinding coming from the door as a large imposing iron defender ran to his master. Rubbing his pet with his left arm and drawing his bastard sword almost effortlessly with his mechanized right arm and pointing to the head merc. "Go get the ball boy!" A wide grin crossed his lips as he knew just how crazy things were about to get, relishing the opportunity to mix things up as his rune arm began to hum with power and charge for a strong burst of magic.