This was getting ridiculous. Even when Wesley thought he had the upper hand with Igeyorhm being otherwise preoccupied with Grant, he'd be able to get at least one hit in, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. Just as Wesley had neared him, in those last seconds before contact, he not only did away with Grant, but he also had taken ahold of Wesley's arm and spun him around so he and Grant would collide with each other, causing the princes to fall back on one another. As they did, they both were close-lined by Igeyorhm, which caused them to further fall on each other; though Grant recovered quickly as he had fired additional shots from his gun. That didn't make a difference, however, because the Martyr danced gracefully around them.

And once more, they were at his mercy. 

As he spoke, he would give them a dose of truth. [color=fff79a]"That does explain a few things." [/color]Wesley murmured, eyes on Grant who seemed to be in silent agreement despite how hard the truth was to swallow. Even still, it didn't mean Wesley was willing to blindly accept defeat. Not only wouldn't he, but he couldn't. Grant was in no condition to fight. Wesley could tell that much and he would make sure that this scion would pay for what he did to Nadeline.

Wesley tightened his grip he had on his sword, ready to try for round three. However, just as he did, a portal appeared beside Igeyorhm and then a few more did. After a few moments, there was over a dozen and out came several arrows of mist through each portal, aimed at Igeyorhm.