Fyroh was caught off guard; but Vlaardi had much faster reactions that his brother; he literally dived away when Leo charged at him, and what would have been painful was pulled off as skill as he threw out his arm, catching the ground with his hand, using it as a leg as he bent it to absorb his weight, and then sprang off his arm and onto his feet; all in the space of about one second. As he landed on his feet, he drew his sword in one fluid movement. Obviously, it was a skill well rehearsed, as he pulled it off very fluently. He kept his sword and shield ready to defend himself if Leo tried again.
Fyroh jumped straight back to his feet. "My only concern is to kill the traitor!! The traitor who's the real one who is ruining Saphir right now!! Xor, don't hide, I'll kill you sooner or later!!"
Xor smiled sympathetically. "Such a fool. You don't realise for one, I am helping... and you cannot bring death upon those already dead." He had an urge to fight Fyroh; but fought it, because he knew it wouldn't help. "Come at me and it'll be the worse for you."
Vlaardi was desperate to run forward and attack Xor... for Vlaardi was the one in knowledge of Xors weaknesses. However, he fought the urge as well. Fyroh was seething. "I can't watch you die here, Saphir..." he whispered, so not even Vlaardi would hear him.