"That's... Comforting," Terrence replies at the confirmation that neither of these two are his opponent today, quirking a brow. Gradually, he lowers his hands to his side. He doesn't bother stowing his sword away just yet, but it's scarcely at the ready still.

A few of Ten's words are LESS comforting, however... "Save me? From what exactly, pray tell?" Unfortunately, Terrence has a pretty good idea, but it doesn't hurt to ask.