Rex didn’t seem phased by Tanto’s outburst. In fact, if anything it sounded chirpier, as if trying to compensate.

“Correct! I am equipped for extended solo operations. That being said, this one is very glad to be requested for this job. Its just so much more [i]interesting[/i] working as part of a team. I’m sure you agree, master Senjen.”

Tanto let forth a terrible screeching laugh. “The feeble-minded call it an art so they can justify any interpretation! I serve the Sallow Gods, and they thirst for retribution in its rawest form. You wish to test my resolve, don’t you? This journey wearies your mind. Come then, if it will hasten your leaving, let me show you.”

The batons slide from holes in each palm, thinner and longer than before. They didn’t alight with flame, but still looked deadly in the right hands. “I would highly recommend not pursuing this course of action.” Rex added quickly.