"You are very much welcome." Gareth took his hand off, eyes back to the skies. "They say hawks only hover where there is dead prey." Whether it was a dead animal or a dead man, Harker knew not, but something had fallen. He took his eyes off the bird and focused on the fight, Gareth biting his lip, and in his mind he scolded Thomas and the Order for wearing such thick armor in a fight of agility. Certainly they knew such weight would inhibit performance... The half-elf only hoped Thomas could dodge enough hits to win and not tire early. His opponent was quick, and not only quick, but crafty. Winning the fight seemed a gamble now.