Sorry, I.. couldn't help myself SHOCKTHERAPY
The serval was nearly out of breath as he reached the border of the exiles. He hadn't even tried to stop as he made his mad dash to here, only a few minutes behind Shocktherapy. He had hoped even to catch up to the exiler, though he had been too slow, unable to outpace him enough to catch up before finding himself at the border. He was tempted to cross, though it would be unnecessary since his quarry wasn't too far up ahead. "Shocktherapy! Come out you despicable bastard, you can't hide from justice for long!" While his first worry was to cure Claes, it wasn't until when Carmine had managed to infect herself with the same venom that he had decided to act. While sure him coming here could end in Lemon getting hurt, to be quite honest, the lives of those two were easily more important to him than Lemon, no matter how much he respected the mechanic.
The serval then draws the sword, anticipating company, more than he had originally wanted to draw to himself. His call had been quite loud, loud enough that anyone nearby would have heard it. So it would be foolish of him to think that only the bastard he was after would arrive. Not to mention that at the moment he was alone, having left without much warning really. Though he hoped that at least Ver would come soon enough to back him up, just in case if things did get out of hand. If not though, he guessed he wouldn't mind the challenge, though the only thing that mattered to him was that Shock came to answer for himself.