Zan ended up shrugging at the prospect of beating up the two unruly members of the Moreno family. What else could he say? His was taught better than to refuse the 'request' of a lady. It was the blade that worried him, even more so than the mysterious power that Brenda summoned that called to him even from his faraway position. "Sure," he said simply, folding his hands behind his back. He never was one for useless words.

He raised an eyebrow at his grandmother, sceptically. Was he meant to fight with his bare hands – he [i]had[/i] been accustomed to it on the streets in his younger years, recently not so much – or would he be given his staff? He was sure otherwise his supposed 'opponent' Carlisle (who he saw as an ally, not an enemy) would show him up completely in a hand-to-hand fight as the boy seemed rougher than he was!