"Bollucks, that won't do," Drax said as he started rummaging through his bag as Leon went flying through the buildings. Various swords of various types were in the bag, all serving different purposes. He pulled out one that had many long teeth on one side and a blade on the other. On the end of each tooth there were hooks. It was a sword breaker: a devise made to lock and snap an enemy blade. Drax then set the bag down and snapped, it disappearing instantly. He then put his can through a loop at the back of his belt. "Sphyl, stay here, keep an eye on Master Valswei."

Sphyl, feeling left out, folded and stowed away the scythe she had pulled out only God knows when and sat against a wall with her arms crossed. "You always go first," she fussed.

"Age before beauty, m'lady." He casually started to walk to where Inigo and Morgan now stood.

"Unless you want to die, get out of my way.." -Inigo

"Oh, on the contrary, young man; unless you wish for a fate worse than death, I shall advise you this once to stand down. Young madam," he said toward Morgan but not taking his eyes off the enraged Inigo, "I implore you to fetch the other man and take him to a safe place if need be."