[Elza's still in the middle of fighting, fending off strikes and cleaving smartly with his sword-- luckily the thing isn't too thick-skinned. But even he notices when Nice disappears, glancing over with a surprised look before refocusing.
He steps back at the same time Nice calls out, sparing a glance his way:]
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He steps back at the same time Nice calls out, sparing a glance his way:]
Maybe give it a poke to be sure.