The two remaining humans had captured Isidor. One had his arm hooked around Isidor's neck and was pointing a knife at... his head?
The second human pointed a sword towards Tycondrius in an attempt to appear threatening. The man's knees buckled like he was about to piss himself and his sword hand trembled terribly.
Tycon did not feel threatened.
"Whatttt.... should I doooo?" Isidor asked.
Tycon pursed his lips. The situation was absurd.
The two humans, a Bronze-Rank and an Unranked-- had just captured a disguised magical beast with a Gold-Rank physique and were threatening him... with a knife.
Sasha tugged at the fabric of Tycon's cloak, "Th-they've... captured Brother-Isidor..."
Tycon's mouth twitched, "Yes... yes, they did."
Lone strode up, standing beside Tycon, "Let the kid go and no one gets hurt."
