Darius wiped the spit off his face and sighed. [color=#C19A6B]"Very well."[/color] He knocked the man's hand out of the way and drew his dagger. He was about to follow through with his promise before he was stopped by Ssarak shouting in his mind [i]'Darius, in the water! The psychomancer is escaping. He is still a threat to Alaira.'[/i] Darius looked up to see Alaira fighting with the robed man. Confused, he looked towards Ssarak and saw him flying towards another robed man. 

For a few seconds, Darius had no idea what was going on, but then it made sense. One of the robed men weren't real. Either way, he was not going to get into the water, he could not swim. Not sure what to do, Darius called out in his mind [color=#C19A6B][i]'I cannot swim.'[/i][/color] If the robed man was floating away, that meant that he could still be a threat later on, and that would not be good. 

Darius looked down at the man and smiled. [color=#C19A6B]"You are a lucky bastard."[/color] And with that, he moved his knee and grabbed the sides of the man's neck, cutting the blood of from his brain. When the guardsman went limp, Darius let go, rolled the man onto his side and cut a strip of cloth from his pants. Darius needed to be quick and bind the man's hands before he woke up. With that out of the way, Darius stood up and ran towards the man on the bridge. He was ready for the impact of either hitting the bridge, or hitting the man.