Martox set his cup down on a ledge, himself facing away from the door, as he heard footsteps start to enter the cabin. Without turning Martox exclaimed, "Ah! Finally the last of us join in!" He turned to see Celeste, but she was obviously not herself. Martox's expression quickly went from one of a jester to one of a soldier, stoic with a mix worry. He watched her closely as she spoke at first, seeming to almost struggle to do so. As she swung her sword down, splitting the chair in two and almost taking Oryx with it, Martox finally moved. He ran towards his bag that was sitting next to the barrels of ale and pulled Ignes et Ice out and again turned to Celeste, who was now bringing her sword down onto Oryx's shield. Not much more time before Oryx would be in a bad way, she was coming down hard on him. Martox tried to think of something quickly, he didn't wish to hurt Celeste, but time was of the essence and planning something wasn't a luxury they could afford right now. 
	Martox brought his staff down with a hard thud to the ground, spreading ice towards Celeste's feet, hoping to make her slip if she moved. He quickly ran around while the ice made its way underneath her and tried to find a good shot to hit he sword with a fireball to knock it out of her hands. But she was moving too quickly, slashing down to fast for him to be able to line up the shot. He didn't want to miss and burn the cabin down, or, even worse, hit Oryx or another teammate. He decided he would have to wait to see what would happen, or until another opportunity arose to disarm her.