The quickness of it all gave Zevran little time to prepare, even though senses he didn't fully understand had been warning him of something coming for days now. He'd meant to take all the poisons he'd managed to put together in his time here, but all he had time to manage was to fling on his armor, grab his sword and dagger, and stash a few empty vials in pouches on his belt before he was off with Jack.

And Ianto. With battle looming, he kept conversation light, but he couldn't entirely disguise the suspicion in his eyes that came with the occasional glance toward Ianto.

So he was grateful when Jack finally stopped the car and headed out to fight. Zevran followed, pulling out the dragonbone sword and dagger. "Ah, Jack. Such a charming way with words you have. Do you suppose it will care, hmm? I think it is sadly blind to your considerable charms."

And then he was off, a swift and fluid whirlwind of lethality aimed at the demonic creature.