Settling over his mind, like a blanket, the meditative state flowed into Argent and filled every fiber of his being. There was perfect stillness in his mind, the sound of the roaring crowd above them faded in the brother's ears, only the sounds of his partner's breathing, his own breath and the words of their opponents existed.
"Surrender and you will not be hurt, this I swear to you." Argent loudly called to them, even as the man with the longsword raced across the field of battle towards them and Aughr let an arrow fly towards the crossbowman.
"Please!" Argent yelled once more, just as the longsword hissed towards him. His arms acting on reflex alone - Argent no longer in control of his actions - the claws swept upwards, batting away the longsword easily, sparks flying between the pair as he did so. The brother continued to plead with the longsword, through three more failed attacks, the last attack Argent simply stepped through, opening the man's stomach to attack as the longsword harmlessly sliced the air. Argent stepped into the man and battered his stomach with a series of punches meant to steal the air from his lungs and force him to his knees.