Lycusio slowly awoke with a grimace plastered on his face, his stern eyes slowly swept over the area around him, glancing at the other surrounding magi before finally placing his gaze on the Executioner. Shaking his bleeding hand slightly with a frown, he slowly sits up with a heavy slouch, smacking his lips with a sigh of discomfort. "Okaayy..." Lycusio mutters with a slur, his eyes staring at the Executioner as his situation comes back to him, "So, Holy Grail... what? Sorry, I'm kind of busy on vacation, y'know? No offense but I don't really have time to play pretend." He muttered to himself, his voice heavily accented and somewhat apologetic.

Lycusio eventually stood with a heavy grunt, his stiff muscles protesting at his every movement. As he scanned over the other magi, he slowly tensed, realizing the oddity of the situation. Pressing his lips firmly together, Lycusio straightened his suit with a swipe of his hand and looked the structure over for any escape routes.