Tony narrowed his eyes at the demon's announcement. It was certain that her statement hadn't applied to him specifically, although he couldn't rule out that it'd been directed at him somewhat. Regardless, Tony was running out of patience. All he wanted was proof that the brawler wasn't talking out of their ass, to prove that they actually had a chance to take down the tyrant. He decided to get up.
[b]"Thank you for sharing,"[/b] he said slowly as he rose. [b]"But I'm no hero. I'm a soldier."[/b]
He looked the group in the eyes as he decided to clear the air and make his stances clear.
[b]"Let's get things straight. The only reason I'm here is to kill the hero."[/b] Tony said. [b]"Damn me for trying to make sure we do it alive. Damn me for making sure we actually have a chance."[/b]
He picks up his axe and feeds the handle into the loop on his belt, effectively sheathing his weapon.
[b]"But now it seems that a lot of us here have similar goals. Stop the tyrant, kill him or whatever. Make him stop being stupid."[/b] Tony said.

He began walking back to where he'd left his stuff while talking.
[b]"You can consider me on board, I don't really care who else is with us."[/b] Tony said. [b]"I'm going with or without you all, and I'm not stopping until I get the hero's head onto a pike. So sort out whatever it is you need to; I need to do some preparations."[/b]
With that he walked off to retrieve his belongings. He would walk to the tyrant's castle if he had to, he'd fight him himself if he had to, but only if he really had to. He wouldn't mind dying in any other situation but he wouldn't settle for less than the death of the tyrant, and he wouldn't be able to kill him alone. He hoped that by the time he came back, the rest would be in order.