Tycondrius gave a cursory nod to the Inquisitor. Though blood had splashed upon the older man's clothing, the Church uniform seemed designed for it-- dark leathers and red cloth.
The Inquisitor narrowed his eyes, growling low, "Good afternoon, Decanus."
"I would offer to shake your hand, Sir, but..." Tycon pointed the four fingers of his left hand forward and thrust it through one of the thugs' chests. The ⌈Wind Barrier⌋ allowed him to easily pierce the man's heart.
"Tch, circumstances dictate the cordiality *inappropriate*." The Inquisitor scoffed with annoyance, "Carry on, as you were."
"My RAGE BURNNNNNS as Eternal as the FLAAAAME!!!"
Zenon's echoing voice sounded like he was breathing flames. Tycon thought it sounded quite impressive.
