Valion merely peered up as he saw the gigantic figure of the Night Elven Captain completely tower above him where she had stopped at was looking right down at him.

At the sight of Serphia entering the room, Silje-Serphia had tried to hide even more behind a rather surprised looking Malizia, though it did help little as Silje-Serphia was practically the same size as the Draenei. That was without even giving any mention of Silje-Serphia's rather lack of any kind of skill in stealth.

Given the circumstances, something told Valion that he was supposed to feel intimidated in such a situation.

Yet, although the threat of an impending battle against a group of foes many times his own size generated a small adrenaline pump, fear was not exactly the feeling that was most prominent within the High Elven Magi as Valion stared up at the big Night Elven warrioress standing before him, her position granting the shorter elf a not-so-humble look from where he stood below the Captain's miniscule silk loincloth.

[i]"Far be it from my position to make any kind of judgement calls about the traditional garbs of an ancient, 10.000 year old culture... "[/i]

"This reminds me now, how was it that the old, cliche went? .. " Valion began to mutter, and with a flick of his wrist, Serphia, Vashi, Rithrynn and Kathlin all suddenly found their feet lift up from the ground as they all began to float freely up into the air, the tiny mage having cast a feather spell on them.

"Ah yes, 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall'."

Valion smirked behind his mask, extending out his arms as tendrils of black smoke began to crawl across his black saronite armor and towards his staff.

" *Pant* Lieutenant, Captain *Pant*, it's utter chaos downstairs! We must fall back!"

A heavy breathing could suddenly be heard from the door as Lisa-Lithrielle just came running into the opening, the chevalier Night Elf looking exhausted as she first looked at Valion, and then at the other elves whom were rising up into the air above.

"Uhh, need any help, guys?"

Meanwhile, over at Malizia, the Draenei would take one hand off Liaena's collar, simply holding her by one hand, as she reached with the other to grab ahold of Silje-Serphia's neck as she pulled her out from behind her and shoved her towards her side.

"Try to be somewhat useful at the very least, girl!" Malizia shouted as she looked away from Liaena and at Silje-Serphia as the latter looked with a mix of confusion, fear, and awe at the situation in front of her.

"Uhh, right, I'll try to be useful! ... light, how can I be useful?! I'm a student, not a warrior!"