Zelriane paused as Fuso cursed audibly through a torrent of spit. The chief fell back onto one knee and panted heavily, coughing up a moderate amount of blood as he did so. The short, green-clad man turned to Lystra as she spoke, prompting Emilia to run off in search of help. [color=007236]"I do not act on impulse, girl. Fuso attacked me, I retaliated. Kalo showed me great disrespect, so I killed him. My actions follow a rigid code of ethics,"[/color] Zelriane barked, slowly making his way past Fuso's hunched over figure. [color=007236]"And there is no [i]trick[/i] behind what I [i]just used.[/i] This is my fist,"[/color] Zelriane paused and rose his hand forward, pointing it at Lystra from a few feet away, [color=007236]"It is merely [i]very fast.[/i][/color]" The man tilted his head towards Kalen and nudged him with one of his feet. [color=007236]"You should be grateful. Kalen's reasons for following me are the only thing preventing me from [i]killing disrespectful pups like you.[/i]"[/color]

	Kalen struggled to his feet, and rubbed his face. A giant welt remained where Fuso had struck him, but he managed himself onto his feet without too much issue. That boy could certainly take a beating. He looked at his father in shock. "Is he..."

	[color=007236]"He'll live,"[/color] Zelriane stated firmly, [color=007236]"You'd be wise to keep the rest of your people [i]quiet,[/i] however. Perhaps you can start by coaxing an apology out of [i]that one,[/i]"[/color] he hissed, pointing at Lystra. Kalen nodded and glared at Lystra, panic welling up in his eyes.

	"Lystra, this is for the clan," Kalen urged, hoping that the girl would offer his new mentor an apology of some kind.