Tobias had not faltered in attacks, movements, and planning, the end phase nearly brought to a swift end. Just an ilm more and he could finally end this and be done with this ordeal. Though eyes were kept on Tarquin, he was still aware of his surroundings due to Amadi being nearby. However, there was nothing that could stop the helpless bandit in his final moments as the Hyur goes in for a single, calculated strike. Or so Tobias had thought.
       Then she showed up. The 'klang' of Senaca's blades were enough for the Midlander to stop dead in his tracks. Even though he might have been alert, the woman had caught Tobias off-guard, his assault suddenly turns to the defensive as he manages to raise a hand in front of his chest to try and deflect the kick. It would be of little use even with his blocking hand as the attack was powerful enough to carry through the hand and hit squarely on his chest. The only saving grace the Midlander had was; one his breath was still intact, and two he was not completely knocked flat on his ass. The Hyur stumbles back a few steps before his foot plants firmly into the sinking dirt beneath him to regain his balance. Undoubtedly by the time Tobias could assess the situation, Tarquin was back on his feet. Best laid plans of mice and men.
       A woman with the coral-red tress would not engage any further in combat with the man she had moments ago kicked, but vice-versa for him as well. Beads of water drip rapidly from his black bangs that could disappear into the darkness of the night were it not for the fire from the tree. The strands hung heavily over his face as he simply watches her. The ordeal itself causes no change in Tobias' demeanor. Still the calm displaces around him, oddly serene almost. His expression blank. As quickly as she appears, she began to make her exit as instructed by Tarquin, however, Tobias does not chase after her. Eyes masked by the night trail over the woman as she slips back into the shadows, now his attention instantly snaps back to Tarquin again.
       Tobias was mildly surprised that Lorielle was back in the fray and throwing chunks of earth with the intensity and intent of her voice clearly heard while assaulting Tarquin. The Hyur with the blood-stained tunic from earlier took a glance over to the Elezen woman. Even with the light from the fire that began to finally die, the change from Lorielle's pristine and proper air to something entirely in contrast was evident. Tobias would have to keep that in mind if there were to be another time he found himself teasing or being playful with the woman.
       The Midlander was not sure if the glance over to the Elezen was what triggers Tarquin's next action, but regardless of the fact, just as Tobias looks at Tarquin he notices the green-eyed side-faced glance--and then the bandit took off towards the Conjurer. For the first time, Tobias' hand was indeed forced by his opponent. What choice did he have but chase the fleeing coward?
       He sinks the teeth of his boots into the soaked earth beneath and bursts off in a sprint as he signals his Chocobo to take flight. With a 'Kweh' the bird too chases after Tarquin, but moving to the man's flank so when they would eventually either catch up to him or at least stop their chase, the bandit would again be faced with two fronts.
        Fire from the tree finally started to succumb to the relentless assault of wind and water. Though the tormented moans of the winds had fell in decibel the rain was incessant. As the conflict went thus far, everyone would soon be fighting in darkness again, the dull-cast of a pale moon would only give slight illumination as it stays tucked under a dark blanket of clouds.
       The running man did not get far with his steps before he notices the lack of movement where Amadi and Clavier were. Eyes quickly follow the channel of blood that snakes along the ground before washed away by the rain. Amadi--a fitting end to a brutish fighter. Whatever Clavier's state may be, Tobias delegates to his fellow in combat, "Clavier! We have time to rest when we are dead. Get to Kieaira!" his last words carry the urgency of battle. Though his focus was on Tarquin, not once did his mind stray from the fact that another joined the fray. Tobias had to stay two steps ahead of the game. After all, it was how he kept alive.
       Drops of rain sting into the unblinking eyes of the Hyur with dark features after he passes by Clavier, not losing sight or focus on Tarquin. At least so long as the fire stays alive. His jaw tightens as eyes narrow slightly with an intensity that begins to quietly amass in the reflection of his dark gaze. Tobias would not let that man take hold of Lorielle. As long as he drew breath; It. Will. Not. Happen. Not again.
       Then she showed up. The 'klang' of Senaca's blades were enough for the Midlander to stop dead in his tracks. Even though he might have been alert, the woman had caught Tobias off-guard, his assault suddenly turns to the defensive as he manages to raise a hand in front of his chest to try and deflect the kick. It would be of little use even with his blocking hand as the attack was powerful enough to carry through the hand and hit squarely on his chest. The only saving grace the Midlander had was; one his breath was still intact, and two he was not completely knocked flat on his ass. The Hyur stumbles back a few steps before his foot plants firmly into the sinking dirt beneath him to regain his balance. Undoubtedly by the time Tobias could assess the situation, Tarquin was back on his feet. Best laid plans of mice and men.
       A woman with the coral-red tress would not engage any further in combat with the man she had moments ago kicked, but vice-versa for him as well. Beads of water drip rapidly from his black bangs that could disappear into the darkness of the night were it not for the fire from the tree. The strands hung heavily over his face as he simply watches her. The ordeal itself causes no change in Tobias' demeanor. Still the calm displaces around him, oddly serene almost. His expression blank. As quickly as she appears, she began to make her exit as instructed by Tarquin, however, Tobias does not chase after her. Eyes masked by the night trail over the woman as she slips back into the shadows, now his attention instantly snaps back to Tarquin again.
       Tobias was mildly surprised that Lorielle was back in the fray and throwing chunks of earth with the intensity and intent of her voice clearly heard while assaulting Tarquin. The Hyur with the blood-stained tunic from earlier took a glance over to the Elezen woman. Even with the light from the fire that began to finally die, the change from Lorielle's pristine and proper air to something entirely in contrast was evident. Tobias would have to keep that in mind if there were to be another time he found himself teasing or being playful with the woman.
       The Midlander was not sure if the glance over to the Elezen was what triggers Tarquin's next action, but regardless of the fact, just as Tobias looks at Tarquin he notices the green-eyed side-faced glance--and then the bandit took off towards the Conjurer. For the first time, Tobias' hand was indeed forced by his opponent. What choice did he have but chase the fleeing coward?
       He sinks the teeth of his boots into the soaked earth beneath and bursts off in a sprint as he signals his Chocobo to take flight. With a 'Kweh' the bird too chases after Tarquin, but moving to the man's flank so when they would eventually either catch up to him or at least stop their chase, the bandit would again be faced with two fronts.
        Fire from the tree finally started to succumb to the relentless assault of wind and water. Though the tormented moans of the winds had fell in decibel the rain was incessant. As the conflict went thus far, everyone would soon be fighting in darkness again, the dull-cast of a pale moon would only give slight illumination as it stays tucked under a dark blanket of clouds.
       The running man did not get far with his steps before he notices the lack of movement where Amadi and Clavier were. Eyes quickly follow the channel of blood that snakes along the ground before washed away by the rain. Amadi--a fitting end to a brutish fighter. Whatever Clavier's state may be, Tobias delegates to his fellow in combat, "Clavier! We have time to rest when we are dead. Get to Kieaira!" his last words carry the urgency of battle. Though his focus was on Tarquin, not once did his mind stray from the fact that another joined the fray. Tobias had to stay two steps ahead of the game. After all, it was how he kept alive.
       Drops of rain sting into the unblinking eyes of the Hyur with dark features after he passes by Clavier, not losing sight or focus on Tarquin. At least so long as the fire stays alive. His jaw tightens as eyes narrow slightly with an intensity that begins to quietly amass in the reflection of his dark gaze. Tobias would not let that man take hold of Lorielle. As long as he drew breath; It. Will. Not. Happen. Not again.