It took a moment for the tall man to notice Sharee as she appeared from no-where to address him with an arrogance that served to douse his momentarily good humour. He looked sternly at her for a moment to weigh her up then examined his surroundings for a better feel of the situation. He, unlike his friend, was clearly a thinker. His eyes traversed from the across the beach, inspecting the rocky outcrops and bushes to his left, the long, curving expanse of sand and to the steadily lapping tides of the sea. The sea's roar became the exclusive sound of the moment, punctuated only by the cry of a distant seagull as the slaver made his calculations. With his friend down on the ground having turned pale and muttering something about a dislocation the taller man looked momentarily disconcerted, figuring that between the bosmer and the argonian he was outnumbered in effective personnel. That being said he had the advantage of a mount and was better armed than the others as far as he could tell. He decided to take his chances. The man threw his tricorn down and straightened his expensive gold travellers jacket as he attempted to look imposing upon his midnight black horse.the horse snorted and broke forwards into a trot as the man kicked his heels into its flanks.

"I think it might've been safer if you'd held your tongue." He replied to Sharee in harsh tones drawing his long bladed sword. He continued forwards at a steady pace, confident his enemy wouldn't have the pace required to escape should she try to run.