Morgan's thought process was interrupted by a booming, hoarse voice, 

[b]"Hurry and speak up, what's your part in this? Are you victim or ally?"[/b]

The demand caused the vampire to turn, only to see the gruff voiced belonging to the new arrival. Even in the midst of the tense situation, the sniffer couldn't help but smile inwardly - penin usually had such an affect on him... though his question didn't seem directed at anyone particular. A sudden surge of energy pulsated from the stranger and Morgan immediately recognized it as (possible) intricate spell weaving. All at one the element of surprise had presented itself. [i]'Surely, The Fixer couldn't fight three skilled warriors at once...[/i]

"I am-" A cautionary hand was raised, gesturing that no harm was meant, "I am a friend." The same hand would swing horizontally, pointing back to the fighting hooded men, his red eyes following the gesture, "But he is no--" Morgan would find himself pointing into thin air, only to hear the battle on going in the distance behind him. Turning quickly on his heel, the sniffer would begin to spring out of the alley, the folds of his loose clothing shadowing his speedy actions as he called over his shoulder to the penin, "The bloody smile is the enemy - he'll kill us all unless we stop him!" His heart pounded in his ears as his unnatural speed accelerated his limbs, bound feet racing towards the duel of assassins. [i]'He needs to follow.'[/i] Eyes gathered where the red hooded mercenary had reengaged his quarry - the same place that Blue had conversed with him. The details of the fight were hard to exactly decide who was winning, but if the myths of The Fixer held even a grain of truth... [i]If he doesn't, we will have no chance of survival.[/i] 

The idea was to get close enough to jump into the fray itself and help the mercenary, but... [i]'Can I make it?[/i] Morgan thought anxiously, almost to the wall... However, the fight had shifted, both figures plummeting towards the earth. The sniffer's body suddenly shifted directions, though the momentum of his speed caused his form to skid across the stoned ground, kicking up dust and some loose pebbles. Morgan's left would prepare itself to make contact with the wall he would more than likely going to collide into. With any luck, the vampire would be able to propel himself from the incoming wall, and begin sprinting once more towards The Fixer. With this momentum, two options could picked from.

Option one: if the Fixer managed to be the one on top once both fighters hit the ground, Morgan would be able to perform a flying tackle, hopefully catching The Fixer off guard and giving the upper hand to the sellsword. Option two: "Ixie" would be the one on top and Morgan would be able to either perform a sliding kick to The Fixer's body, adding more injuries to the one's his ally would more than likely provide or Morgan would be able to pole-vault himself over the pair and let the red hooded man finish the job.

Either way, the vampire rushed forward, his heart still thumping in his ears...