He were a mere several dozen feet from the biker when somebody quite peciluar indeed rised from their wake to join them. Some six armed primate with eyes streching the chin to the temple, dressed in pajamas, he couldn't be anybody but that third fighter he were waiting for. The other guy semmed to agree with Vos on this matter, as he spoke up, suggesting that they would commence their battle this very moment; although, in quite a rude manner, which Vos did not hesitatate to comment on, muttering "what an ass" under his breath as he armed a 4 edge dagger in his left hand. Held in a underhand grip and pressed against the four arm, it were mostly meant to parry, but up close, it could come in handy to pierce through the biker's armor as well.

Vos had a feeling that he were the type to attack immediately, flaunting their arrogance, and wether that were true or not, but Sev indeed took the initiative. The mage raised Danwrge, its flat at a steep angle to the makeshift projectile's trajectory, and sent the Pulse spell through his blade. While that werent enough to deflect, it soaked a majority of the concrete hunk's kinetic energy, making it helpessly bounce off the sword itself without ripping it from Vos'stoorge's hand, and then giddily roll away. He could deal with with, but something was fishy about the biker, his swing obviously not fast enough to send concrete flying at such speed. Perhaps, either the man, or his weapon held more than the eye could see. 

Leaving those thoughts to be, Vos assumed a battle stance, right hand outstreched, left covering the stomach. He would fight the biker now, approaching him in fast cross-steps, yet stay alert in case he launched another ranged attack. His other opponent didn't seem as agressive, plus, he weren't happy about the possibility of getting whacked in the head with another rock while he would be dealing with all those arms. So first of all, he would try to blind Sev, spraying him in the face with chemicals. A distance of 6 feet would be enough to reach him.