Rezar watched as weapons and skills met flesh, bones moved in motion that the rules of nature would never have permitted as they clashed against the Nagas. A fight this was, but it was skin to a small battle, but it was one that Rezar knew they would win, and tie was all due to the fact that with every second that passed, the fighters on his side, were slowly outnumbering the Nagas. By the time this was over they would all be dead, very, very dead. Screet scrambled within the ranks of the snake men, moving just as fast and just as lithe as they did as his staff twirled in the air like the blades of a propeller.