The other mortals gazed upon Tycondrius with awe.
His mortal sister stared at him with a twisted expression, clenching her fists.
She wasn't quite trembling in awe.
Perhaps she was upset-- something consistent for her.
Likely, she'd realized she no longer had any hope of physically harming his immortal body.
Ah. One mortal was brave enough to try.
Kimura Taree tackled him with zero regard for her safety.
The momentum of the impact pushed Tycon several fulms to the side, but he remained both floating and unhindered.
It was a solid attempt at besting him, but the Kimura child failed in her endeavor as she did with most things.
Tycon gently rubbed her silver hair as she cried into his angelic raiment.
"Boss," she sobbed... "I thought you died."
He did.
His corpse was literally in their presence-- and it was rather jarring to see just how miserable his end was.
--but he was over it.
