Nys'ina, dropping from the attacks to her, and grabs the ankle of the leg he didn't use to knee her, pulling upward, flipping him to the floor. She places a knee on his chest, poised to crush his throat.
"I need a servant. I'm offering you that position. Either that, or death."
Elmattai held his mace to the side, ready to swing.
"Yeah, you're not going anywhere. Willow is going to get out of here before the situation gets worse, and I am going to ensure that she escapes. I couldn't care less about your backstory; all I want is your crooked mind to die here."
He says all of this with authority. He doubted the demon standing by Willow would backstab Elmattai, it'd mean certain demise for both of them, as well as Willow.
Still...he felt that he would be fighting this battle alone.
He used the last of his strength to create a carrier hawk, as well as a sealed letter. It was his final regards and word to the Council. If he didn't make it out, this was his will. It flew away as fast as it could as to not get intercepted.