Taggerung picked up on the sound of a ribbon unfurling, it getting louder and louder. Taggerung didn't need to turn around to know what was happening. Taggerung shifted Jezin on his shoulder, the blade lodging itself in the head of the corpse. Taggerung kept with his slight jog, although picking up slightly more speed as he went along, unconcerned with the blade that was lodged in the corpse on his shoulder. It was obvious now that Taggerung was making a concerted effort to hasten his retreat, the 'injuries' he sustained in battle not abating his retreat at all.

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The boy retained the smile, despite the increasing escalating situation, "I don't want Sophia for anything." The boy replied to Eva, switching his gaze back to Gareth, then back to Eva, "Are you going to kill me, or let me go?" The boy asked, his grin now gone, and an air of annoyance was now on his voice. The boy kept stealing small glances towards the door of the tavern, evidently intent on leaving, or resolving the situation.