[center][h1][u][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/u][/h1][/center]

Movement and a sound like a feral animal caused I'on to begin turning, but it was over almost before it had begun. Ixion, once again, preformed what appeared to be teleportation and I'on, once again, had no clue how he was doing so. No incantation of any sort, no preamble, just sudden transference from one locale to another. Effortless. Still, that was the least of his worries for the soldiers quickly sprung into reaction despite the man's now unconscious form lying upon the ground. He was glad Ixion had acted quickly, but now this was going to be far more complicated.

His hand, in reflex, had moved to his staff, which was now drawn up in front of him, his energy traveling through it. Noticing that he was wasting energy out of reflex he relaxed his grip on the conduit and turned towards the scuffle, his frown deeper. [b]"Good reflexes,"[/b] he stated, looking at Ixion, then the strange blade he wielded. It had not bothered him as much when it was sheathed, but now it gave him an odd feeling, a shiver up his spine. Perhaps it was his lack of sleep, perhaps not. He'd ask later.

Now at something of a loss, I'on was unsure as to what to say or do. If only the idiot could have kept his calm rather than attack. There had been no reason to, in fact the only explanation he could think of was adrenaline, and even that was hardly enough of an excuse.

Letting one end of his staff touch the ground, the penin rested his weight on it slightly. He needed a break from all this trouble, but it was his own fault that he'd let his curiosity get the better of him. [b]"Well, that was unexpected,"[/b] he said, sounding confused, for he was. Hopefully this could resolve peacefully and simply soon...he'd had enough action for a week.