Mithias growled and turned to the side. He had nearly pulled his gun and shot Martin dead in the skull. Somehow, at the last second, the thought that he might regret that action crossed his mind and chose to exercise restraint. Nobody was in any immediate danger from a flustered human with a fairly underpowered flamethrower. 

Everything seemed to be happening so fast. One moment, he was in the modern world he knew biding his time, and the next, his species was facing impending extinction from futuristic, advanced, technological warfare and human overpopulation. Mithias wasn't an elder. He wasn't wise. He had a lot to think about and as of yet did not have a solution. He pressed a few fingers to his head, frustrated.

His growl had drawn attention, however, and so he spoke, "We don't need your help, human. Especially not with your abstruse reasoning, volatile behavior, and frank lies. First, you work for a collector, then you are secretly trying to help us-Don't argue." Mithias's displeasure made the silence unbreakable as he paused, glaring at Martin. He seemed to have an illogical air of authority about him. "We have no use for your artifact, and Void's sword will certainly be returned to him, to be used in the impending war. It will kill a hundred times more than any one of us could. We do not need it 'contained.'... But, I would still have you remove the threat to the beauty and majesty of this historic castle and take that bomb outside. It is your choice whether or not you wish to surrender the stone." He leaned his hands on one of the tables circling the room. "I'll make you a deal. Leave the stone as a gesture of your honesty, and we will not kill you as you attempt to depart. If you are sincere, crazy though you are, you may indeed be able to assist our efforts. But do not threaten us again. We... will be making the calls. Do you understand?" Mithias tilted his head slightly, feeling as though he was adequately understood.