By the end of it all, the three of the heads of the guild lay before them beaten and bruised from the battle but pretty much alive. Even the guild master was still awake despite the explosion that rocked him to his very being. He was moving up to the desk behind him, crawling to put his back to it and start looking in his pockets for something. "So.. This is how it is meant to be after all" Picking out a pack of smokes he lifted them up just as his now broken glasses fell from his face. Putting on in his mouth with a shaky hand he shook his head "Don't worry, these are just normal cigarettes." 

With a puff of smoke he looked to the boy that had beaten him in a sense, though if they were pfighting to kill he thought he would have been able to do just that. "You know.. Maybe you are right, about the dark guild stuff. After all they have to start somewhere tight? But.... they had to start somewhere and I just grew so sick of it all. Even when I was a child it was always about the other guilds and we never got anything back. Well. You going to report us now? If so you better do it fast before we can recover heh." It was clear he was not up to fighting anytime soon, more so bleeding like he was.