Mayt moved back, panting heavily, and collected the pieces the sorceress claimed to need, putting them in his pocket. "I'll give these back when I'm sure you're not a threat." He pants loudly, resting against the tree and putting his sword up. Ignoring his small cuts and bruises for now. And giving the girl a 'You're lucky Sasha's here' look. His fingers drum on the hilt, and he watches the interaction between the two. Not interrupting, or saying anything. He just relaxed, recovering from the fight. If another attacked, he was unsure if he'd be able to hold them off, especially if they had a magic similar to the one's they just fought. He snorted, [i]Bring it on[/i]. He thought. He would be able to handle one more mage, surely, unless they were Rank S or something. He knew he couldn't stand in comparison to someone like that.