Tony was expecting an attack, but not that kind of attack. It wasn't as if he didn't see it coming; it was almost impossible to miss. But he wasn't prepared for the scale of the attack. He'd rolled out of its way but the sheer impact threw him across the cobblestones. Years of experience (including one particular incident involving a catapult) kicked in and Tony landed safely. He got up fast and raised his shield, noting that he was much closer to Feon than before. Eyeing their enemies, he began talking to the female monk.
[b]"Looks like we're finally done talking."[/b] He said.

It was apparent that the hero was pretty crazy at this point, though Tony had expected that. He wouldn't be giving the world so much trouble if he could be reasoned with so easily. Even if he had listened and handed himself in or whatever, the closest authorities would try to have him executed, so there was no way he would go so easily. And now that he'd attacked, it was very clear that the time for words was over.

With that being said, Tony didn't like their odds. The hero's attack hadn't seemed to drain him at all, although it drained the people around him a fair amount. It was likely that the hero couldn't use that attack to often, or at least not at that scale, although he probably had other moves instead. It would be a lot better not to fight him right now, as he doubted their original intention was to start the final encounter early. But if life taught him anything, it was not to assume things before he knew them for sure.
[b]"Hey. Monk. What's the plan?"[/b] He asked the girl, eyes locked on the group's enemies.