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Timothy stood and started removing his own protection, it took him a little longer than her. After all he wore more, which could have marked him out as a inept compared to his opponent. Not that he believed that anymore than he believed he was a better sword fighter than she. He grinned at her comment. Speaking as he took up position opposite her, he had no clue how good she was with her fists.

"Are you sure?" He asked, grinning although the questions was somewhat serious. He doubted what he was going to say would have any weight. "Me and Jones split the fractures, excessive bruising and broken rib between us." It was a little exaggerated the way he said it, even though the broken rib was his own and their were a fair share of signs. He was merely enjoying the time, the same he had with the the late Jones. Their mutual friend, possibly he would've have passed this beautiful girl by if nothing had happened. He wouldn't have even noticed her looks had they not been burnt. His face dropped into a frown, memories running back to where he did not want them to be. He broke away from his overactive mind and moved into engage. At least he started to when an interruption sounded from the entrance. Something akin to a robotic impression of a cough.

He backed from his attack and looked over. A robot stood in the doorway, it almost seemed to be watching Anna exclusively. Timothy took the initiative , supposing this was their call to go. He didn't know how long the pair of them had been busy.
"I suppose you're here to collect us?" He asked, partly disappointed they didn't get to resolve the fight and relieved with the machine replied.

"No, Mr Hellsang sent me to inform you that your team's departure has been delayed until this evening or perhaps tomorrow morning and to take the necessary precautions." With that it turned to leave without so much as a goodbye. Timothy watched frowning as it left. It seemed her father made some effort to belittle his daughter, reminding them that he was watching. Still Timothy took some good news from the message.

"Looks like you're our unofficial leader again. I didn't doubt you before and I don't now." He smiled but his heart wasn't in it, his thoughts on all they had lost. She hadn't gotten all of them there, Quinn was missing and Timothy expected the worst. As soon as he was sure Anna was ready he approached again. Cautiously, he had the advantage with strength and size but that meant little. He had beaten her at her specialty, was her turn to beat him at his? The thought sparked another and Timothy's grin was sincere, accompanied by a wink. He gave her little incentive, at least he hoped so.
"If you can beat me, you'll prove that you're as good or even better than any son the old fool could have had. More attractive too." The last comment took him by surprise, it was going through his mind but he didn't mean to say it. The young man's fighting style favored up close and tight battle, elbows and knees playing as big a role as his fists. His size also paid off that close and he knew how to get it into play. He knew the basic premises of some martial arts and how to counter them. Unfortunately the surprise transitioned into his movements, making his step into to tight close quarters a little uncertain and he knew he was going to have a bad time.