Mithias had dashed to the right as the back of the golem spewed up sharp spikes of ice. Keeping a hold with one hand on the  hilt of his right sword, he swung to the side. The left sword came tumbling down to the ground in a burst of ice shards, lost to his reach for the time being. Mithias held onto the remaining sword that was still deeply lodged into the ice golem, finding footholds on the giant's shoulder as the final attack was made. There was a big explosion, and the orb compartment was breached, exposing the body of the mage inside. As the defeated construct came tumbling forward, Mithias touched down to the safety of the ground. The scent of blood did not escape him, of course, and he knew Jaklo had been hurt. To what degree, he did not know, but Cassandra had rushed instinctively to his side. Mithias stood observing curiously for a moment, then turned to recover his blades. 

Mithias caught Baron's eye as he entered Cassandra's circle while wiping off his blades with a dry cloth. Baron had just convinced Drake to drop the shivering mage. The vampire's eyes had a touch of a red glow in them, famed by dark brows and snowy skin. "It's alright. I've fed." He holstered the sword, taking note of the seemingly injured wolf creature. He looked back to Baron. "I'm sorry about your fox and weasel." 

Drake asked about Jaklo, a question everyone was thinking, so rather than repeat the question, Mithias simply awaited a response to it. Meanwhile, he could address the issue of the wannabe Evangelion. "One must always remember to ask questions, THEN kill, not kill, then try to ask questions." he said this mostly for his own amusement. "The young man is no longer a threat. We should take him back to the office. Speaking of which, does anyone have a portal out of this cold, damp place?"