"Hell if I know, damn psycho just came at me out of nowhere, then disappeared just as fast. Is he this hostile with all the newcomers or just me?" Argus cursed, rubbing his neck where the Antimage had nicked him. Unknown to Magni, however, Argus had picked up on his anger during the fight, as his magic invokes such a sense in him, so Argus wasn't as off guard as he had seemed. A milisecond later and the mage would've found himself being flung backwards by a Pulse attack from Argus's free hand.

After he got over Magni's attempt at murdering him, however, he went over what Ceclia had said in his head, her comment on his humanity drawing out a humorless chuckle as the Godslayer followed behind the armored woman with a slight air of melancholy about him. Placing his hands over his eyes, Argus couldn't help but feel a familiar phantom pain pulsating from the back of his eye sockets. "Right . . . so very, very obvious."

Argus let out a disheartened sigh, returning the hand to it's side as he looked around for the ruby knight again. "Well, whatever that guy's problem is, let's hope that he's gotten over it when he comes back." Looking over the camp, he wondered if he could really fit in around here, if he'd ever truly be accepted amongst these people as a friend. Cecilia had been scared of him, that Magni tried to kill him, and while Heisty seemed all right, who knows what he really thought. [i]Shut up me, give these guys some time and credit. I'm sure we'll become good friends with everyone here, just give it time. . . . . hmph, almost believed myself that time[/i] 

[@Lugubrious]