He gave another long-suffering sigh. "Zanta, I am not an idiot. You know that." Though he'd been trying to convince her of that fact for more than twenty years, now. He really had no hopes of winning, but giving up wasn't in his nature.
He nodded slowly, considering. He didn't like his friends getting hurt. And he was tempted to go after this man himself, but... well, he'd just done something foolhardy in regards to attacking powerful people, and he didn't have a place to secure him if he managed to subdue him.