Cyro hid his disgusted face gesture as he watched the man turn the cute woodland animals into meatballs. Cyro had never eaten such food, mainly sticking to Japanese staples and traditional Lin Kuei dishes. He was very picky when it came to meals, and this pickiness saved him from a meal of balled up sacks of meat. 

"No thanks...Gonad?" The Cyromancer questioned, as for the barbarian had said his name in third person many times before.

His appetite died with one small peer at one of the sickly meatballs in the warrior's giant hands. At this point, Cyro had decided he was done with this man, whatever he was. 

"State your business, barbarian" Cyro's expression changed. He was standing upright, his knees bent into pouncing position. His ice daggers now visible, his hands now creating piercing ice stalagmites. His temper was dropping fast. 

"I'm done with whatever game you're trying to play. If you have come to kill me, I'd like to see you try" The assassin said, his eyes now starting to gleam blue.