Silika looked at the man running off, suddenly taking an odd attack stance looking to give chase. But wasn't going to split from the man with two swords. Since he had well two swords and if he caught her it wouldn't end well with out a weapon to fight back or armor or a shield to save her. Though her instinct was almost hound like. Like she was ready for the order to attack, or capture.

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