However, instead of diving in, Yoran drew back. His mouth closed, and all traces of that earlier excitement seemed to vanish for him. When he drew away, he showed no signs of going back around. He sniffed once, then twice, then dashed off in the other direction, towards where more blood was being spilt from the ends of Lady Blackthorn's sword.
The Verna Commandant looked as confused as Oliver felt. He relaxed for just a second, his shoulders falling along with his sword, seeming to think that he'd made it into the clear by sheer luck. That was when Oliver struck. The curved blade of Dominus Patrick pricked one man in the stomach, another and another in the neck, before it ran straight through the Violet Commandant's sternum, sprouting a new branch out of the end of its back.