Polaris slid right beside the assassin, catching his breath as he exhaled a breath of smoke in his fiery state, "--Alright, this isn't going to work if you're getting in my way."
"You're talking to me?" Jotham responded as he landed at the same time, using his blade to stop his momentum as it scraped against the glass. "I was going to say the same to you. Keep that fire to yourself."
Finn decided to chip in, seeing as they had naturally gathered to him, perhaps recognizing his experience against the divine foe, "This isn't going to work if you're going to stay at each other's throats."
"Who asked you?" Jotham dismissed without batting an eye at the assassin.
"Hate to break it to you, but your level is too low to be giving me advice," Polaris rejected his input as well with a casual wave of his hand.
