[center][h1][color=Firebrick]Argus[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]

Argus didn't bother to respond to the bravado-laden answers from Damian and Trixie, though he did turn around to fix them with a look that screamed [color=Firebrick][i]'Are you fucking serious?'[/i][/color] Whatever the case, it seemed that aside from him, no one was going to provide an alternate course of action besides running right into the trap. To say Argus was less than ecstatic about this development was an understatement, one made even more pronounced when Sara's chosen summon(a stupid lookin' cow . . . thing) decided to just trudge on ahead. 

[color=Firebrick][i]So much for trying to form a plan. And Juno wonders why I never want to group up with any of these idi- Shit!![/i][/color]

Argus grit his teeth together as the caravan suddenly went up in flames, requipping his puppeteer gloves, a knife, and a few smoke bombs as he took a step back, figuring that whoever was behind this was going to make their entrance soon. And that they did, as argus just managed to catch the flicker of movement out the corner of his eye that indicated the enemy's first move. Luckily for all of them, the one they took down was the spirit([color=Firebrick][i]some frontliner he turned out to be[/i][/color]), which told Argus that whoever these guys were, they were aiming to kill, a fact that was quickly confirmed by the man himself.

The red-haired mage looked between their new foe and the 2 others behind him, trying to figure out the best course of action, but Trixie beat him to it with her loud declaration. For a moment, he thought she was being extremely stupid, but the more he thought on it, the more he couldn't help but agree with her. These guys had just massacred their own men for no reason, so no matter what diplomatic bullshit they spew, the likelihood that they would be satisfied with their surrounded didn't quite strike Argus as rather high. 

Keeping his hand with the bombs behind him and taking a stance akin to that of a fencer, Argus walked over until he stood between Sara and the blonde swordsman. After all, he'd be damned if he'd let some half-pint loud mouth make him look like some sort of coward. Plus, if there was anyone who needed to back away right now, it was definitely Sara. Out of all of them, Argus was getting the feeling she was the biggest liability in terms of combat,at least if the speed with which her summon had been taken down was any sign.

[color=Firebrick]"Oh sure, I'm certain killing those mooks over by the carriages was completely neccessary, but regardless, I'm afraid the half-pint has the right of it. I ain't about to let some blonde pretty boy fop clap me in irons without a fight."[/color] With an arrogant chuckle, Argus flipped his knife into the air while letting the bombs fall behind him to the ground, using the invisible telekinetic strings attached to them by his gloves to keep the small sphere's hidden behind his frame as they began to float. Catching the Knife with ease, he once again pointed to the man while sweeping his other hand in a rather showy way, the smile never leaving his face. [color=Firebrick]"Besides, I think that looks are really all you must have to go on, Jeeves. I can't think of any other reason why you'd be stupid enough to get rid of your numbers advantage so easily. If that was your attempt to intimidate us, I have to say, not really feeling it. Maybe if you'd sent someone scarier looking then a Warlock weekly reject."[/color]

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