Location: Bastion of Ren, Virgillia
Doran grinned as the girl let her guard down and began to approach him. With that his right arm jutted outward as he attempted to take hold of her trachea to incapacitate the girl. "I don't plan on dying just yet." As he tried to fend off his attacker he looked to his right to see what seemed like a full scale war. He gawked as what seemed like more Praetorians dueled with Kyrel and Varas.
The other few Ren were either trying to figure out their next move or was attacking Kyrel's loyalists. His goal changed as he sought a way to escape from the Praetorian hopeful so he could rush to his masters aid. He had to think fast and used his free hand to lift the two knives from before off of the floor and hurl them towards his Master's attacker. He called out to Varas so she wouldn't accidentally be hit by the soaring blades. "Master! Move!" He hoped with all his being that the projectiles would at least hinder the Ren trying to kill his new master.