Keepa narrowed their eyes at the apathetic demon before digging their heels in. They were light and unable to put up much of a fight, but enough to make the guard stop. "What are-" he started as the demon hopped on one leg, pulling the guard in and gripping his shoulder with their free arm. Pulling them down as they fell, there was an audible [i]'crack'[/i] from their face being mashed into Keepa's exposed knee, just above the ridge of their boot. A small chip of Keepa's flesh clinked to the ground as well as away from their other knee which soaked the brunt of the cobblestone, knocking the guard out cold.

They held their arms out to the side in a passive shrug style, letting the man slump to the ground before standing and patting down their clothes. "So, what do [i]you[/i] do?" They asked, making the motion of dusting their palms which sent a few sparks noisily from the contact. The question was in regards to Azous' comment about different forms and their purposes; Keepa being 'interested' in what this form was supposed to accomplish. He wasn't one for getting his hands dirty, and had seen ten times the action today than they had over the course of the last few months...
Well, that wasn't saying much, but still...