Streaks of vertical and horizontal white light dash across the newly formed ice bowl. For a second nothing seemed to happen, but as Xeron stood up, only for those with a sharp eye to notice the last millimetre of blade to be hidden back in its sheathe.
"I don't believe that's any way to treat a lady now, is it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a matter in London I must attend to." Xeron said with his voice not carrying any emotion or attachment and begun to walk out of the main entrance, raising his hood as he did so.