Agba, along with a dozen of his personal guard lounged quietly under Scylla and Jarrons ship in the shade, watching the whole scene play out. Marca had attacked Jarron, as planned, Agassiz as well was now about to cross blades with her old mate, Scylla had retreated trying to protect his son and she had managed to get Marcas young apprentice to release her mind block. He was sure once the young male recovered from his first mind bridging that he too would soon join the fight to attack Jarron. Or maybe he would just set there stunned the entire time. Who knows what Scylla had told him to do. Jarron was tiring with the heat and two opponents and Agassiz took the opportunity to save and advance herself with the Warlord and keep her indiscretion a secret: she managed to slice Jarron across the abdomen as Marca had his arms up in the air, blocking his attack. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and Jarron dropped to the ground, the gash spilling some of his intestines through the burnt flesh. Agba cringed at the mess and watched as Rajnos and Agassiz, turned as one, and moved towards Scylla. The apprentice had finally stood and began to trot down the beach, still a little unsteady and unsure of himself.
Ciylo was pretty sure he was about to vomit again, but was unsure as to why. His head was full and fuzzy, but not from drinking that bottle. He shook it hard, snorting and then realized he had been repeating the word "mine" for the last few seconds. His mind finally responded to his body and he clumsily made his way down the beach. He gritted his teeth as he passed Jarron, who he sensed as still alive, but unconscious. A gory site he was, his stomach wide open, organs exposed, but Ciylo had no time to stop. Rajnos was about to kill Evil and the young infant and for whatever reason that absolutely could not happen. He unclipped his dual black saber off of his belt and screamed Marca's name at the top of his lungs and then stood his ground. The Warlord and Agassiz turned to look at him and Evil took the opportunity to disappear into the jungle. Marca sneered at him and then bumped Agassiz on the shoulder and motioned for her to continue on after Evil. Ciylo finally sorted his mind and body out and began to run towards the Warlord in an attack.