Admittedly, his odds would have been far better if the pink-haired thief were to fight at his side. But Grigor wasn't interested in sharing the glory of combat. Two on one was dishonorable, anyway. 

Grigor puffed out his chest and ran furiously. Without the weight of the invisible thing on his arm, he had all the time in the world. Unless he bled out, but he chose not to consider that as a possibility.

"crapcrapcrapcrapCRAAAA-" Another hot-orange light arose within the bush.

Grigor had to think quickly.

An attack at this distance wouldn't be hard to dodge, but he'd have to slow down. He could attempt to kick the wand away, but it was risky... If only he had a free arm, he could deliver a decisive blow, ending things here and now.

... Or, perhaps he did have a free arm.

The coward was low to the ground, he wouldn't have to raise his arm much. Just enough to fully extend and point. 

It'd still hurt, but... Well, he'd live.

Before the flame had a chance to fully form, Grigor extended his right arm. 

He heard something crack, but pretended that he didn't.

"YOU." Grigor locked eyes with the man in the bushes and shouted, the pain amplifying his guttural bellowing. Another important skill for a performer. 

"AIE!" The coward shouted as the connection was made.

'crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap-' His thoughts were repetitive. More importantly, Grigor could see where his shot was destined to go. The bout was already over.  

A moment later, the bolt of flame whisked past and fizzled out behind him, as Grigor had dodged with ease.

"C-CRA- BOLT! UH, HIT- ER, G-GRAB 'IM!" The coward shouted in desperation.

Hells! He'd forgotten about that thing. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to-

Before he could finish his thought, he was corrected. Through their mind, Grigor was able to visualize the abhorrent beast that had assailed him... Although he quickly wished that he hadn't...

The beast had the appearance of a fluffy, slightly messy, puppy-sized canine. 

His face reddened.

Grigor REFUSED to accept that! That COULDN'T be accurate! Th-the bite mark on his legs was WAY larger than a beast of that size would be capable of! No! Grigor the Eye was NOT getting his posterior handed to him by a SMALL FLUFFY PUPPY. 

Still, it was attacking him, so... He dodged its attacks as well.

"WHAT!? HOW!?" The bush-coward screamed in utter shock. "NO ONE'S BEEN- WHAT!?"

A couple dodged attacks later, and Grigor reached his leg back and kicked the small, fluffy creature away with all his might, sending it flying back with a loud and pathetic whimper.

This is something he'd ordinarily never do, but he was angry, embarrassed, and in a great amount of physical pain. A-And it's not like it's a real dog or anything- This absolutely wasn't an abhorrent, dishonorable or unmanly act in the slightest, and Grigor would not be convinced otherwise.

Grigor turned furiously, and pointed his blade down at the head of the man in the bushes.

The man's face was largely obscured by a green bandana covering his mouth, and a heavy helmet atop his head. All Grigor could see in full were his dark green eyes.

Grigor was surprised at the weight of the man's armor. He appeared to be wearing an improvised heavy-chainmail, with bits of steel plating attatched at seemingly random locations. He'd expected something more stealthy.

"Shoot, you are the arena g-"

"STAND DOWN, BOTH YOU AND YOUR DOG, OR OFF WITH YOUR HEAD." Grigor spat, his face red and eyes full of rage and pain. 

"BOLT, STOP." The man didn't hesitate for even a moment as he looked up at Grigor with wide, scared eyes. 

Just as Grigor was opening his mouth to speak, the man had dropped his wand.

"AH." Grigor stated, clearly unprepared. "YES, THAT WAS THE NEXT..." He stopped talking and kicked the wand away. "STATE YOUR NAME AND YOUR-"

"John Wand. I'm an illegal bounty hunter." He admitted without a shred of hesitation. He spoke quickly, and didn't pronounce the 't' sounds well, making it sound more like 'bounny hunner.' "I was offered two-thousand coin per guy I ice from that camp over there."

"Two-thousan- You lie!" That was an exorbitant amount! Well, it incredibly low for him. S too, he supposed. But the other two? Preposterous! Absurd! 

'"I ain't!" The man quickly spoke. 'I ain't!' His thoughts repeated. 

Grigor was slightly taken aback. Thinking only after speaking was a rare skill, indeed. Had he applied similar technique to his actions in combat, he may have been a formidable foe... Grigor paid no mind to all the heavy attacks he'd eaten moments prior.

"So, you aren't..." Grigor kept his blade pointed at his head. "And your name, it's truly-"

"Wand. John Wand. Rather, Wand, of the John clan. Doubt you've heard of it." 'Ain't lying!'

"... 'Wand' is your first name? Your parents named you 'Wand?"

"Yep." 'Yep yep.' 

"That's-" Grigor paused. "NOT IMPORTANT! Who sent you, and why?"

"Tall guy, black robe, black shoes, black trilby hat, black sunglasses, and a pitch-black shadow somehow persistently coverin' his entire face." Wand described, as his head imagined exactly that. It was entirely unfamiliar to him. Apparently, the figure had suddenly appeared behind him, while he was drinking in the corner of some seedy bar. He never saw the figure enter. "Real creep. No idea what his deal was or why he wanted you lot dead. Paid half up front. Don't have any of it on me."

"I see." Grigor stated, keeping his sword steady.

. . . He didn't know what else to ask. He wasn't prepared for the guy to be so immediately responsive and truthful. He'd anticipated an actual interrogation process, but... 

Ah, huzzah, once more! "Where is your employer now? Where did you agree to meet?"

"No idea, honest. Said 'ed find me. I believed 'em." His thoughts, again, confirmed this.

Hells. Out of ideas again.