Isek grits his teeth. This was very bad. The only time he'd ever been this outmatched was when the Guildmaster thrashed him. He couldn't beat him, but he could get some answers. But not from the position he was in. Sending a chain around his neck under his shirt collar, he suddenly thrusts his neck onto Ander's blade. Ander would be prepared for Isek to try to move back, he wouldn't expect him to do something this seemingly suicidal. Using his chains for extra push, Isek flips himself over the blade, propelling himself back far enough that he can dodge and flee if Ander makes a move.
"What's going on, Ander? Why the Hell are you attacking these people?! You know what will happen, what could you possibly get from this?!"