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	Samoth sprinted away from Bak, having to leave the girl. There was no way he'd be able to fight while carrying her. Or run away for that matter. He vaulted over a couch that was in his way, splaying himself out on the ground on the other side of it. The dust was still clearing from the whole in wall, so hopefully the iron-clad Tsarevna would not notice. 

	[color=brown]"Come out to play. Come, you had such bravery a moment ago."[/color] He reached out to her with his mind. [color=82ca9d]"Tsarevna."[/color] he communicated to her, [color=82ca9d]"To be deterred by danger is for those who see themselves at a disadvantage. You don't think I'm at a disadvantage. Do you?"[/color] even in his thoughts, his sentences were without emotion, and began, as well as ended, abruptly.

	The question wasn't much of a question for Samoth. He knew he was at a disadvantage. Bak's firepower was too rapid for him to block efficiently, and she was physically much stronger than him. He could sense her mind across the room. Thankfully, it seemed a good deal of the ghosts who were interfering with his telepathic sensory were dealt with. However, not even most Laurel's student understood Samoth's powers. Much less the walking artillery he faced now. The unknown was on his side.

	He focused his mind to manifest a psychic Glaive. If he could hear, sense, or feel that Bak was approaching the couch he was hiding behind, he would leap at her, and swipe it at her legs.
	But if she began shooting throughout the room, he would dive behind the nearby Granite counter that was in the kitchen.