Allanon's eyes locked onto the mask of the Calabris Ambassador. He had worn a mask just like it in his times as their agent. He pointed his blade towards the Ambassador with a cold glare. It was difficult to restrain himself from charging the foe in front of him. He had no idea the capabilities of this Ambassador, but he knew each and every one of them were deadly. 

Malkhad was despicable to threaten to execute a harmless child. He was a powerhouse that couldn’t be underestimated though as he and Dorran clashed with him handily slaying Dorran. Suddenly, he was caught off guard by Bidzil when he sprouted a wing and moved almost faster than he could see to intercept Malkhad’s second attempt on the child’s life. The child’s life was saved for now.

The shockwave that came from Malkhad's strike against caused him to slide back, and he was rather amazed he managed to avoid getting thrown off his feet completely. He was unsure of what caused the young man to get such a power boost, and he wasn't even sure if Bidzil was still alive after that. Likely not, considering Dorran's death to the same foe, however, he took advantage of the silence from the aftermath of the strike and called out to Malkhad and the Ambassador.

[color=50B1B8]”You’re so strong that you must slaughter defenceless children to assert your dominance?”[/color] Allanon’s voice was cold and hateful as he pointed his sword at Malkhad. [color=50B1B8]”Pathetic. I expect as much from a Calabris Ambassador.”[/color] He nudged his head toward the Ambassador. [color=50B1B8]”However, you fancy yourself a warrior that has inherited Krogan’s soul? I doubt that it’s at all satisfying for you to defeat the helpless and weak. Come, I, Allanon Valentis, founder of the Valentis Sword Style, ‘retired’ Ironblade of the Calabris will take you both on.”[/color]

He looked at Kistal with a fierce expression that only slightly softened with a wink only Kistal could see. [color=50B1B8]”Do what you do, friend.”[/color] He stated calmly. He took measured steps forward carefully watching his opponents’ movements. He whispered to himself a quick prayer to himself. [color=50B1B8]”Marrisa Faye, my beloved, guide my hand as I protect the defenseless and innocent.”[/color]