Ahven was half tempted to reach out and strangle the mage, then throw him over the balcony and let the demon below tear him to pieces. Apparently, the concept of stealth was completely foreign to him, as he stood there and "whispered" his drivel in a cathedral known for fantastic acoustics and in the presence of a fox (who have notably acute hearing) and a demon, who could very likely have the same level of enhancement. The enchantments on the hunter's armor would have hidden him from that particular sense, especially at this range, but the mage had no such precautions against being heard, and now it seemed both of the others knew they were here. He would have to remember to thank Free for that later.

Settling for pushing him out of the way with a glare, he casually leapt over the balcony railing to land on the pews below, now that his cover was blown. First, he addressed the fox. "I have no quarrel with you, so if you are here on business unaligned with either this beast or myself, stand aside and I will not harm you. If you are here to aid him, your fate will be the same as his." To indicate the beast he mentioned, he raised his pistol to aim at the old man's heart, though still kept his gaze on the fox. "If, however, you are here to destroy him, as I am, I welcome your aid." Then with no further warning he gently squeezed the trigger of his weapon and sent a burst of pure destructive energy hurtling toward the demon's heart.