Cewri was surprised to hear someone walking up to the door as soon as he mentioned Celeste.  [i]Well, no more pondering that, I suppose.[/i] he thought.  Cewri was surprised to see blood on Celeste’s blade and head. [i]By the gods, what happened to her!?[/i], he thought.  Cewri was surprised to see Celeste attack Oryx.  He didn’t know what to think.

	After half a second in stunned silence, Cewri stood up from his chair—a piece made of wood, nothing like the recliner Oryx had chosen—taking it In hand to use as a weapon.  He briefly toyed with the idea of jumping over to fetch his sword, but discarded it in an instant.  [i]I want to subdue her, not kill her.[/i]  He nearly growled at Oryx’s prompt, [i]Of course you can.  But don’t give that away.  If her puppeteer doesn’t know about her abilities, they might not have seen that coming either.[/i]  Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to be able to grapple her with her sword swinging around—Desalith’s spectacle had proved that, so he chose the most natural course of action: take her sword arm out of commission.  If the injuries to it were serious, Oryx could heal her after this was through.  Lunging forward with the chair, he aimed from the side—he didn’t want to hit her head.  The chair was a clunky and difficult to control weapon, but he could manage that.  Assuming the attack worked, he would let go of the chair and grapple Celeste so that Oryx could do his healing.  Else, he’d stay in the fight with the chair—unwieldy or no, he’d rather be armed against Celeste than not.