No less but much more, Zaino felt as if the name and reputation of the Shepherds had been consumed with the flames that scorched all eight of their barracks. These people claimed to be them, but they were nothing more than a ragtag band of liars and idiots, the lot of them. He could tell just by looking at the scandalously promiscuous woman and the other idiot who had already shifted to flirting when there were people wounded; these people were worse than Xanxus. Holding the sword by his scabbard and straightening himself, he gave both the mage and the woman a disgusted look as he was promptly requested to [i]help[/i], with the addition of the phrase that he had clearly advised the second idiot loud and clear to not speak. Clearly, these people were not the brightest in the world.

[b]"Piss off,"[/b] Zaino whacked the mage in the back of the head with the end of his scabbard as the other woman left for the inn, reattaching it to his waist. It was then that he remembered that he had left his shirt and upper body clothing inside of the room because it had still been stained with blood, and had charged out of the inn to confront his pursuers half-naked and covered in bandages. He began the journey towards the inn, momentarily turning back to the mage before entering. [b]"Why don't [i]you[/i] quit standing there like the rest of these idiots and [i]you[/i] do something? I thought you called yourselves Shepherds, but clearly I got the wrong idea."[/b]

Already, Zaino had had enough of these people. He pushed past the 'worried' innkeeper and returned to the room where he'd been treated, slowly trailing over to his pile of clothing and resting it on his shoulder. Putting on his gauntlet and shoulderguard, he looked to the bed where several stray bandages sprawled around, sighing and picking up a few. Just as he prepared to leave, he stopped to see the drunken woman threatening someone, a familiar scene replaying in his mind from the days before. Xanxus, hovering above one of his friends with his sword at their throat, simply leaning his right arm inward as crimson sprayed about...

[b]"Stop!"[/b] Zaino shouted, briefly ignoring the limitations that his wounds imposed and running towards the scene, shoving Lumara away from the man with a wild look. Like a guardian, he stood over the man and extended his arms backwards, as if to shield him. He stood there for a moment before blinking, the sudden act of defense dissipating along with his limiters. He looked at Lumara and the man once before looking down at his feet in confusion, exiting the inn without any other words to say.