Despite the increasing chance the situation could turn violent, Taggerung stood his ground, unphased by Celeste's words as he she spoke. Another jerking motion as Taggerung stood in front of her. His gaze shot up into the sky, before looking back down at her, his eyes now fixed intently on her face. Celeste Redmoon, Sword of the Empress and member of the Brass Hand. The thoughts shot through Taggerung's head as he examined her face closely. She was skilled, that much was for sure, enough to handedly beat the man he now 'wore', "No one has to get hurt." Taggerung replied, simply, still remaining stoic in disposition. A sword being pulled from it's sheath could be heard, and out from the folds of his robes, Taggerung produced a long sword. After a moment of weighing the object in his hands, he tossed the long sword onto the ground in front of him, hilt facing him.