If anyone spared a glance at the Highlander, they'd see that he was severely injured, to the point where he was one hit away from falling. In spite of this, Angus showed no sign that he had given up, holding a javelin in his hand and standing as defiantly as one could when leaning against a wall to keep from collapsing under the weight of such grievous injuries. "Well I 'ope ya found what ye were lookin' fer with the time ya had with 'er already." Angus said. "If not, too fuckin' bad fer you, 'cus she winnae be kept 'ere a day... longer?" Angus trailed off when he noticed the elf suddenly develop breathing problems. "Oi!" Angus exclaimed as he raised his javelin. "I dunnae ken what yer doin'. But if it's magic, I 'ope ye remember our agreement!"