Igeyorhm had seen Wesley's attack, but admittedly wasn't quite able to counter considering he had Grant. Still, the hit was enough for him to release Grant, though not without a rather swift kick to the prince in case he thought getting released meant he could attack. He reached back and took a hold of Wesley's arm, spinning him around him once before releasing up and clotheslining him, followed up by a downwards kick. He nimbly danced around Grant's shots, hopping backwards away from the pair as Grant would stand. After throwing a spit, he scowled at the pair, dissatisfied as he closed his eyes.

"[color=yellow]This can't possibly be the best you got,[/color]" Igeyorhm noted as he opened an eye. "[color=yellow]Man, you really used up everything yesterday for the invasion, didn't you?[/color]" He asked the pair, scoffing. "[color=yellow]Well shit, that does explain how I got the slip on this gorgeous angel, and why Mr. Dalmasca over there's sloppier than a desperate whore, but what's your excuse, Mr. Rozarria?[/color]" He sounded genuinely annoyed as he asked. "[color=yellow]God, you're seriously pissing me off. Do I need to do the cliche villain thing to get you to come at me seriously?[/color]" Grant couldn't help but curse silently. For once, Igeyorhm had a point. He couldn't depend on Wesley defending him, and yet, Grant was clearly dependant on the prince. Igeyorhm stared at Grant in disbelief.