That earns a rather nasty snarl, "And this is why I dance around the ogre in favor of removing the emissary from the field. An ogre can be trusted to attempt the straightforward route of bashing my head in or picking me up to squeeze the life out..." As he had promised not to use the dagger, Ferox did not move to make good on said statement however. Instead, his legs fold and almost a state of meditation was quickly accessed. The netted web of protections flickering to Balthazar's eyes, it is likely that most would see nothing, which would indicate that revealed markings were also for his interest.

Clashing harmonics raises the hair on the back of his neck and arms, as a way out of the pressing weight was searched for, frustrated growling underpinning the notes, not finding anything helpful. After several minutes of listening the trail of magic is followed back to Balthazar himself and the runed protections begin to reject and feed a some of the heavy weight back on the caster.

With intense look that sees nothing, Ferox pushes hard against the ground and beings to perform a series of moves that appear to be something akin to T'ai chi ch'uan. Still hampered, he proves by example that the only reason he doesn't come over there is because he chooses not to. Willpower and self-control are the core of this man's being.