[h2][b][u][color=92278f]Grey Onyx[/color][/u][/b][/h2]

As Grey left the building, he simply found a spot to set the kid down and sat on a nearby stump. He threw off his gauntlets as he leaned over, resting his head in his hands as he gathered his thoughts on the day. To his surprise, he didn't really have anything. Just a sense of impending dread. Those mages were still out there, but Coco needed medical attention, and the five of them were exhausted. Well... five if you count the guide. But Guide's didn't tend to last very long on jobs like this. 

His train of thought was interrupted when something slammed into him, scattering blood on his left cuisse, or thigh-plate. He jumped up to his feet and took a step back, but upon seeing the condition of the 'attacker' he did not ready his weapon... The poor bastard babbled at him for some time, and he grew exceptionally irritated when the man insulted his gods. However, he was not irritated enough to consider any act of violence. Before he could respond, Mar and Athalus arrived. Then the survivor decided to make a very bad decision. When he called Mar a monster, he felt his blood boil. Mar had fought just as hard as the rest of them and despite her... unnerving appearance she was no beast.

He lifted the guy up by his collar with a growl, and backhanded him. Lucky he wasn't wearing his gauntlets, or he'd have been severely injured. [b][color=92278f]"She fought and nearly died for us! You will not call her a monster again unless you desperately wish to meet your gods!"[/color][/b] He shouted in fury, dropping him onto the ground. [color=92278f][b]"I swear to whatever god you worship that if you don't make yourself scarce right now, I will end you [i]myself,[/i] clear!?"[/b][/color] He turned to Athalus, sighing loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. [b][color=92278f]"No... I don't. They aren't impaired children, they can be left alone for five minutes. I was simply trying to rest when..."[/color][/b] He turned to glare at the man. [color=92278f][b]"Anyway, put that down..."[/b][/color] he added quietly, gently placing his hand on the crossbow and lowering it. [color=92278f][b]"He's no threat... the most you'd do is waste a bolt."[/b][/color]