Hector rolled his eyes as they stumbled into the midst of a pack of caricatures. It just wouldn't do for them to just get on with the fighting. No, they had to sit here and listen to them grandstand for attention. Hector was tempted to encourage the others to start an attack before they finished speaking. It didn't seem like this lot had any intention of negotiating, so it only made sense to get this over with. The decision was made for him, as one of the creatures decided to take them on personally. Hector left nonchalantly when instructed, completely ambivalent as to whether the mouse fought them or they did. They did have a specific goal in mind after all, and it was more important to reach it than dither with random fights.

It appeared random fights were the watchword of the world, unfortunately, as they ended up encountering something else to waste their time on. As far as Hector was concerned, these bland opponents were a mercy compared to having to endure the tedious-sounding flippantry of those other enemies. While the others began to panic over the effectiveness of their weapons, Hector distinctly recalled the male version of the rabbit informing them that the "Chronovokers" were the keystone to their powers in this world. He couldn't blame anyone for forgetting, seeing as they had been so overloaded with information as of late it was a wonder he had managed to recall this himself. Calmly, Hector opened the watch and attempted to focus.

Wordlessly, Hector called forth his own spiritual manifestation. An almost demonic figure erupted from the depths of his consciousness, and with but a thought, one of the tongued beasts burst into flame. All this majesty and spectacle, and all Hector could care for was that he was finally getting results. [b][i]"That's all that matters, ultimately."[/i][/b] He heard like a whisper from behind him. He absolutely had to agree. All that was left was to see that everything barring their path met a similar fate.