...That had to be the most he had seen of any wizard in ages, and in this particular situation that wasn't really such a good thing. "I would not make such assumptions. The fact that I warn people of my presence should not be taken as any sort of a sign of my capabilities as a swordsman." Marius stated politely as he shook his head and turned his attentionfrom the wizard to theelf that dared to point an arrow roughly to his general direction.

He began hearing laughter, laughter that caused him great unease - for at that moment his master had heard the ranger's words and taken them as a challenge. It was rare for gods to stepo the mortal world - in fact these days they didn't actually step through the proverbial veil, but occasionally did either speak, or extend a hand so to say. Antharg was no exeption.

Now to his credit it had to be said that Marius would have warned everyone of what was about to happen had he not been paralyzed by the laughter he alone could hear.

Then a voice spoke. A voice that made the bandaged elf double over in pain from the sheer pressure of a god speaking through him. Blood trickled out of his eyes, like he was shedding tears of blood, every scar in his body opened up to be closed by gangrenious growths that disappeared back in to scars in the blink of an eye. The single word was completely incomprehensible to mortal ears, but it did carry the meaning well. It countered the demand of ceasation of hostilities with one of it's own.

The single word spoken by his master through his mouth had left Marius gasping for air and he barely managed to pull some of the bandages away from his mouth to spit copious amounts of blood to the ground.the blood turned the spot black and caused the plats to either die or mutate.

Luckily to the others Antharg's word of repraisal would at worst cause them to maybe lose their lunches or have a damnably striking headache if they were unlucky.