[color=00aeef][h3]Voss[/h3][/color]
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[color=00aeef]"That very much sounds like a problem for you to resolve, I have no need to pull punches."[/color] Rather than pursue the mercenary leader, Voss continued backwards, moving towards the cell while facing Morag. While he had been injured, a hand coming to rest on his side and coming away bloody confirming this, he was now squarely positioned between Morag and his goal. Which now meant that the mercenary was going to have to go through him to accomplish his original goal instead of being able to merely hold off the Shaman long enough for either the thief to have recovered, an unlikely situation now, or to have to retreat. Considering he recognized, in the brief glimpse of the oncoming party, her highness Reina, it was unlikely that Morag would be able to accomplish his goal now. A smart man would have retreated at this point, but clearly intelligence was not one of this mercenary's strong suits. Proclaiming a last stand of sorts, he merely cocked an eyebrow as he backed up to the cell, glancing out of the corner of his eye to confirm that Romilda was still safe and sound in her cell. [color=00aeef]"I see they failed to pick a simple lock. That speaks poorly for their preparedness, does it not?"[/color]

Focusing on the threat at hand, Voss noted that Morag was dashing his way again, though the distance was considerably more than if Voss had simply stood his ground. Patiently waiting for Morag to enter range now, Voss would launch an attack with Nosferatu, focusing himself on the threat at hand. [color=00aeef]"Line your pockets? How crass. I would recommend fleeing and living for another day, but that requires to at least pretend to have a spark of intelligence..."[/color]