The mercenary offered a brief window of surprise, a hair-thin flinch to seemingly offset his disposition.  He talked as a means of stalling, and as he turned another page in his book, looking down he knew exactly where everyone was positioned from the small group, to the feral abomination of Clacverk's design.  To them, they appeared like a grid, being constructed, an imprint was being created and put into place unbeknownst to them.  The immovable block was at its optimum performance when completely still, and perhaps this was the mistep the stranger did not expect.

The mercenary gave no visual clues as to how anything worked, or even his intentions.  A mercenary masters lies, A steel heart masters all emotions, and trades them for absolute logic, reasoning, deduction, and cunning.  His counter attack would be devastating, and already within his trump, the mercenary's ears tickled at the sound captured by a superior opponent.  Superior...in terms of motivation, his second impression was that he got a harsh feeling he was disliked by mere association, that was acceptable, albeit expected and inconsequential.

If there was something he had, it was range.  To sacrifice nearly all offensive power of defensive, trapping capability, imbued with range.  The 103rd extended his effective range, it made his area of effect worth noting, but his barriers were nothing special or worth any note in particular to his foes.  It reminded him, when heroes encountered boss-level heartless, like Darksides and the Possessor, those heartless were powerful enough to contain entire areas in a fashion no different than how Salforge just did.  His attention back on the stranger, he spared Salforge his misdirected intentions to be fulfilled only with harsh words and an ominous beck and call.

Salforge offered no true form of expression, a simple lift of his head from having heard a dispatch of words, and within moments, their group kindly removed themselves from just beyond the area.  This had already happened before, teleportation always seemed to come at the convenience of all his opposition when they were without an alternative.  Here he was, a non-aggressive oppressor, with only melee attacking capabilities and one ranged output of aggression, yet they chose a tactical retreat.  Smart, for all of that abrasive harking, that was the best possible plan of action, but it wasn't anywhere near a fast enough.

The mercenary sighed, and he dialed a number on his cell phone.

"General?  Mhm.  Yeah.  No, unfortunately they can teleport...again.  Is it my imagination, or is that getting to be the redundant method of leaving today.  Well anyway, I didn't get a confession, but i did confirm his deception.  Mhm.  Yes, the girl was with him, she seems confused and out place with social interaction.  No worries, wait until I tell you the good news."

The barrier's then proceeded to dissipate, and he could hear the scurrying of the heartless quickly forging on and around his position.  The mercenary was talking a tad more enthusiastically into the cell phone this time around, completely ignoring the heartless.  They seemed disinterested, and quickly averted their attention to the streets.

"I think you'll appreciate this once we've regrouped.  In due time general."