Myth stood defiantly on the boat, despite its constant rocking. It earned Myth's muttered curses as it wouldn't stop rocking, but Myth adjusted and stood tall as the other guy began rowing. He watched the docks, and once he was sure no soldier or animal could jump and capsize the boat, he responded to his partner in escape. "I've got no idea, for I know little true knowledge of the current going-ons of this world, and I don't have ties to anyone in this place. So, I can go wherever I want. You? I dunno. However, I must gloat in my successful escape."

Then, turning his attention the slowly-growing-distant dock with the Kalesian troops and the like, he calls out.
[i]"Take that you invaders! We have slipped through your grasp like a nimble thief between the hands of a fat man! A very fat man! we have escaped, and your black-clad women cannot stop us now, for we row towards freedom! We shall continue on our way, and nothing you can do will stop me!"[/i] In answer, several Imperials, who apparently had secured the dock as far as it'd be secured, and were simply 'standing guard,' turned towards him and his companion. One brought out a bow; as he nocked an arrow, he sent a bolt of lightning into the Imperial, tossing him back. 

"Lightning beats arrow!"

With that, Myth sat down, satisfied. If he spotted an archer, he would send an instant-speed bolt of lightning flying at the man, which strongly discouraged more people to take up arms to the two escapees, Evoker or no.

Looking at his companion, Myth said, "I'm a [i]genius[/i] when it comes to words, aren't I?" He smirked, silently laughing at his own speech. He didn't care for fancy; he just liked being himself, regardless of the opinions around him.