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Scar looked on blankly as one of the strangest sequences in his life unfolded before him. Having focused his attention on Macey so as to not leave her any openings, he was caught somewhat unaware by Arguth's sudden presence near them. The man was surprisingly stealthy despite his armour and bulk it would seem. But more importantly, when he went to get between him and Macey he found the twins standing before him. And was Arguth revealing his stomach to Macey? There were a lot of questions about this situation, but with the presence of the twins preventing anyone from interfering he visibly relaxed. He sincerely doubted the twins would be stopping everyone [i]but[/i] Macey if there wasn't some sort of plan here.

Though when Macey began to slice and tear into Argurth, it wasn't difficult to harbour some doubts as to the exact sanity of this pan. But despite the disturbing scene unfolding, he was unfazed as always. In fact, he took the chance to snatch some food from the bag of provisions that Kris was still holding and began to munch away as he turned his back on the gruesome scene once Macey was done. Diana had gone into comfort her already, and it wasn't really his style anyway. No need to crowd the poor girl, nor did he have anything to add. All he could do was keep an eye out for her later.

Though he watched with some mild interest towards Argurth's violent...rebirth? Regeneration? Scar wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was more certainly a healing ability or magic of some kind. And while over the top and flashy, it at least made for a decent spectacle and fire show. He was glad he decided to put some distance between himself and that display as well, as even on the other side of the large room he could feel the extreme heat radiating outwards from the man. Once he was feed, and it was obvious that Arguth was going to be out for a while, Scar wordlessly closed his eyes and decided to catch some snooze.

It had been a somewhat tiring adventure to get this far, and it would be wise to regain as much strength as possible for their last push out of the prison. Who knew what they were to encounter and when the next chance to have a rest of any kind would be. That was assuming the others could put up with his sleep 'mumbling' that is, which wasn't really mumbling but more him being obnoxiously loud in his sleep.
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Once one of the twins even went to put a hand on him to wake him, Scar's eyes flew open as his hand froze midair when it went to grab a dagger. Oh right, ally. Probably shouldn't kill him huh? Besides, he rather enjoyed the twins. They were useful and loyal, and most importantly trustworthy and reliable as well. That and he wasn't sure if he could even win a fight against the two of them fully armed. One of them? Maybe, they were still highly trained assassins after all. Two of them? Asking a bit much.

Anyway, with those thoughts tucked away, for now, he slowly got up and stretched his limbs, letting out a loud yawn. This entire ordeal had been a huge unnecessary hassle and he would be glad when they were done with it. With a bit of light stretching and a small meal in his belly, he assumed his position near the back of the party as they began to move. He seemed quite relaxed, hands in pockets and slumped forward with a sleepy look about him, but the others knew that his guard was still way and truly up despite what it may seem like. His keen ears twitched at any sudden noises, though even he found it hard to pick up some noises over the nonstop buzzing, followed by an almost dismissive glance in the direction of the noise before he turned his attention back to the group. Macey in particular.

Upon the group happening upon the stairway, even before the words came out of Argurth's mouth Scar was already prepping his small hand crossbow. He would probably only manage to get a few shots off if the fight got too messy, so he made sure that his daggers and throwing knives were onhand and ready to be drawn. By the time Arguth had decided to poke the fleshy hive, Scar was prepared for the horde that descended upon them.

Well, maybe not quite that ready for [i]that[/i] many. Dear lord. With about half a dozen bolts in hand, he began to fire at whatever bugs first managed to get past the fire and ice shoot towards them. Having made notes about them during their previous encounters, he aimed for the bugs eyes and head. A body blow was nothing more than an inconvenience for them and a waste of precious ammo and time for Scar. Once he exhausted his seven shots, he was quick to change to hurling his knives at them. If needed he would draw his shortsword to engage them, but considering they would need to get throw the others first it may be unnecessary. But depending on Macey's mental state, he was prepared to help cover her if needed.