If Tarquin's words were heard by Tobias, he would show no recognition of them. Instead, Tobias was unsure why the attack from Lorielle did not come. He expects her to strike any moment, but yet there was nothing. Whatever the reason for the absence, he takes a swift glance over to where Lorielle was, or rather where she was supposed to be. Just as his eyes shift over to look for her, a sudden burst of aether surrounds the Elezen's form and just as quickly as the light came, it disappears--along with her.
Twelve be damned...
        On the bright side, she seems to at least be out of danger. On the not so bright side, he has no idea where she is cast off to, let alone there no longer is a healer in place of her if Tobias were to get out of this scrap alive. However, that was of no concern to him right now. Despite the bleeding cut across his chest and shoulder, Tobias gives no indication of discomfort. If anything, he was annoyed that his tunic was getting rather tattered from the wear and tear.
       The lightning still would tear across the Eorzean night, however very seldom now as the clouds give way to the dullest light of the moon that befalls the scene. A blessing for any that was not able to see in the near pitch black as now at least their outlines could be seen without having to be at kissing distance.
       Tobias gives no words to Tarquin's sneer or threat. That time was long past. Instead, Tobias suddenly streaks across the sands with a speed and agility that would only be surpassed perhaps by a Miqo'te. Hopefully he would move fast enough to catch the bandit off-guard. All Tobias needs is a moment of hesitation to be in striking distance. With a flick of his wrist, he motions his Chocobo to take flight again, and the beast moves in a semi-circle to try and flank his sides.
       Chocobo and master get into striking distance almost at the same time, but Tobias would act first. Tobias makes a full frontal assault as he dashes towards Tarquin and lowers his upper torso to seemingly strike at Tarquin's midsection. In reality, it was merely a feint in hopes that Tarquin would thrust his blade forward. If Tarquin falls for the bait, Tobias was ready to suddenly make a right-step counter-clockwise twirl in avoidance. In that spin would come the true strike of a rising kick that whips around and aims for Tarquin's head. This was also before the Chocobo's strike from Tarquin's right flank that would soon follow after Tobias' attack. With a lunge of it's head, the Chocobo would snap it's massive beak, aiming for Tarquin's shoulder.
Twelve be damned...
        On the bright side, she seems to at least be out of danger. On the not so bright side, he has no idea where she is cast off to, let alone there no longer is a healer in place of her if Tobias were to get out of this scrap alive. However, that was of no concern to him right now. Despite the bleeding cut across his chest and shoulder, Tobias gives no indication of discomfort. If anything, he was annoyed that his tunic was getting rather tattered from the wear and tear.
       The lightning still would tear across the Eorzean night, however very seldom now as the clouds give way to the dullest light of the moon that befalls the scene. A blessing for any that was not able to see in the near pitch black as now at least their outlines could be seen without having to be at kissing distance.
       Tobias gives no words to Tarquin's sneer or threat. That time was long past. Instead, Tobias suddenly streaks across the sands with a speed and agility that would only be surpassed perhaps by a Miqo'te. Hopefully he would move fast enough to catch the bandit off-guard. All Tobias needs is a moment of hesitation to be in striking distance. With a flick of his wrist, he motions his Chocobo to take flight again, and the beast moves in a semi-circle to try and flank his sides.
       Chocobo and master get into striking distance almost at the same time, but Tobias would act first. Tobias makes a full frontal assault as he dashes towards Tarquin and lowers his upper torso to seemingly strike at Tarquin's midsection. In reality, it was merely a feint in hopes that Tarquin would thrust his blade forward. If Tarquin falls for the bait, Tobias was ready to suddenly make a right-step counter-clockwise twirl in avoidance. In that spin would come the true strike of a rising kick that whips around and aims for Tarquin's head. This was also before the Chocobo's strike from Tarquin's right flank that would soon follow after Tobias' attack. With a lunge of it's head, the Chocobo would snap it's massive beak, aiming for Tarquin's shoulder.
