James glanced at Gwen and then back down at Dromaeus, leaning against the wall beside the screen with his arms folded as he sized up the Argonian.
"Hmm... I could take him. I should've probably gotten into this fight, actually. Gotta burn off some energy."
Dromaeus growled in anger as the dagger failed to penetrate Meta's armour. It looked like he was in it for the long run after all. Hunkering down, he sprang to the side when the Meta slammed his blade down where Dromaeus had been standing, then darted close, yanked the dagger free and attempted to thrust it up into the flexible material under Meta's arm.