Grant couldn't help but notice Wesley's rather flashy antics. Not that Grant wasn't one to normally try to out-flash most everyone. He scoffed lightly, though found himself close to Vlyn. Despite the fighting going on, he needed to make sure that they knew why they were here, By the looks of it, Vlyn was somewhat surprised to see Grant here as well.

"[b]So what're you doing here?[/b]" Vlyn beat him to the punch, quite literally as he uppercut a nearby soldier.

Grant raised an eyebrow at him, tossing a bomb into the crowd of mages that had foolishly clumped together. In a few seconds, it went off, knocking them all off of their feet. "[b]Didn't you hear? I'm to be executed tomorrow.[/b]" He replied lightly, somewhat amused at the viera's question.

"[b]Since you're here already, you may as well pass on my messages.[/b]" Vlyn replied, taking two slips of paper out of his pocket. He was about to hand them to Grant when he was cut off by a Fire spell that whizzed by. The viera rolled his eyes, signaling for Grant to wait a moment. Once another spell came, Vlyn grabbed it out of the air--as in he took it his hands--and hurled it back to the caster. He sighed, handing the papers to Grant. "[b]One is for the princess, the other for the damsel in distress.[/b]"

Grant took them, looking at the door. Extending his hand, he mimicked his previous action, and the door was easily crushed. As he went to it, however, he was stopped by another Thunder spell. Grant glared at the mage before him, who held his staff, as if planning to attack him. He walked right up to the mage, the two standing still for a moment, and then Grant kicked him down easily, shaking his head. Vincent needed better men.