Blaise rose an eyebrow at the clumsy officer and his superior, woman, officer. "..." Lazy eyes glanced over to Tash as she drew her little transmutation circles, and ice spikes began to build up. When the ground was covered in frost and ice, he finally sighed, taking another puff of a cigarette, which seemed to come out of nowhere. "Listen, idiots." He spoke slowly, as if talking to children, his deep, smoky voice silencing the crowd around him. This was the first time they had heard him talk; Blaise didn't much talk to people he found annoying, so that was the reason.

"I guess I should have let her stab me in the heart, and the other buffoon gut me in the intestines, right? I guess self-defense isn't allowed in this city?" He leveled his half-eyed, razor-sharp stare at the superior officer, still blowing a steady stream of smoke from his cigarette. His gloved hands rested simply in his pockets.