Jared walked over to his bird. "You know, that was a little unnecessary. It doesn't do anything but watch stuff, it's not designed to carry a payload... it took me a while to thing of the design for this one." He reformed the creature and fixed it. "Why don't you let this one go? We both have we need to check on so I see no point in withholding any information on the matter." He sent the bird up again. He turned to Klaus, "Don't do anything foolish Klaus. I hope you're certain you have things under control? Argon wants wants this one." He then looked back to Ciskel, "Unfortunately we are both in the same boat. There are people I want to go help and people you want to go help, yet neither of us wants the other to leave. So... how should this cycle be resolved I wonder..."
Ander was able catch the one slice on his right gauntlet, deflecting the blow. However, the other slice made contact with his left arm. He was able to move it from major damage, but the cloth covering the jailer symbol was cut off and now exposed. Ander took down his hood and uncovered the muffler from around his face. He glanced at the the symbol. It was an accomplishment he was proud of to become a jailer. Although he originally used it as a cover for who he was, he liked the fact that he was doing some good. He knew what he was doing now was wrong, but his determination kept him from making the right choice.
Drake Noticed the hesitation and whispered to Cilia. "This isn't normal... The reason why he is fighting doesn't add up. He's desperate for something. More than what he's putting on." Drake set the cuff on, storing all the energy into a mighty force at his right hand.
Ander looked up at the two, cursing the disadvantage of not being a one on one fight. "Looks like I can't go back there now." Hes arms started to spark black electricity. A mix of the energy sapping power combined with the extra kick of lightning. "Why must you constantly plague my life!?" He started to charge in, prepped for another melee encounter with the two.