Regius keeps his expression cold as ice. “What’s your choice.”
Nalus Westmaker rolls his eyes and steps back to a more comfortable distance. “I will not be coming,” he puts his hands behind his back, “and you will be sending this message back to Oris, although probably not in the way you intended.” He looks at the guards and raises his eyebrows.
Regius unstraps his gun, but before he can engage, he is met with a pulse blast from Nalus’s mechanical right hand. Sliding backwards but keeping his footing, Regius assumes a combat stance just as the two doorway guards open fire. Westmaker strolls out of the office while Regius takes cover behind the desk. The Grand Advocate manages a two-finger wave before he moves out of sight, “The people will ascend, Regius!”