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Pulling up a chair, Cronic sat in contemplation for some time after everyone had finished speaking.

"...I don't think that's much of a choice here. All four of us have had negative run-ins with the Thalmor at some point in time. Two of which they were willing to commit genocide to get their hands on. Even if Sano wasn't here, if they figured out who we are, and our past transgressions... There's not a doubt in my mind that they'd be swift to act on that. Not to mention Clan Gray Mane has cast their lot with the Stormcloaks. They'd be able to kill two birds with one stone." Cronic said, sighing as he rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"I know for a fact Serena would like nothing more than to spill Thalmor blood, but Yuki? She's not cut out to fight a war. She's too innocent. For now anyway. As for me, I'd sooner prefer to not jeopardize my chances of crossing a border without having to crack some skulls. But my gut tells me someone's gonna have to take the fight to them sooner or later."

"Start talking then, and remember that we'll be the judges of what happens next. And keep your voice down, alright? Someone's tuckered out from running from Giants, and is sleeping upstairs." Cronic said, his gaze shifting to the stairs behind him midway through the sentence.

"Given that there's been a string of Vampire attacks lately across Skyrim, if we don't like what you say, you might find yourself tied to a tree as a free meal. So like I said, choose your next words carefully."

"If I werent part of Aria's buisness, I'd have thrown him out by now. The guy just screams trouble."
Cronic just simply folded his arms, and opted to stand between Haru and Aria.

"Start talking, but if you try and drag us into a war, your ass is getting kicked over the walls of Whiterun." Cronic said calmly, though you could feel the hostility in his voice as he spoke.

"I don't care if you know Aria from previous encounters or not. If not for your job offer, I'd have kicked your ass by now." Cronic said, cracking his knuckles to put emphasis on his point.

"So choose your next words VERY carefully."
Izaroth himself was still out of it in the next healing pod/room. Much like Blaze, he too had been undressed down to his underwear, which was a mere pair of boxer shorts. Physically, he wasn't as muscular as most people realise, being above average in that regard, but in his eyes, being a walking mass of muscle only served to draw attention to him. Though given he was more injured than Blaze was in the fight against Glacias, it makes sense he'd take a little longer to recover, the oxygen mask being the only thing keeping him from drowning. He did show signs of stirring, however.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer... Wait what?" Izaroth thought to himself, as his eyes slowly began to open, and after his vision came back into focus, realised the situation he was in.

"...Please may they not have done invasive surgery while I was out. Izaroth thought to himself, as he simply floated there and waited for a time.
"...I don't know what it is he got caught into, but I don't think it would've been pleasant if you'd got caught in it too... Not to mention we'd probably have to burn what you're wearing now as a result." Cronic naturally winced at the person who had the door slammed in his face, before turning to look at Aria in order to ask a question.

"... Friend of yours?" Cronic asked, pointing towards the door as he set the bow to one side. Aria wouldn't just slam the door in someone's face for no apparent reason, especially if they were a paying customer. Getting back to his feet, quickly stretched his arms and legs just in case he needed to dole out some hurt.

"To be perfectly honest... I wasn't expecting that to damage him as much as it did..." Izaroth said through laboured breathing, occasionally glancing backwards at Glacia and Maja going toe to toe with one-another.

"Mind sending someone to pick up my gi though? Preferably before whoever she is decides to eat it. Just make sure it's someone physically strong; It's heavier than it looks." Izaroth said as he basically went limp, the adrenaline of the past few moments wearing off coupled with his exhaustion having taken it's toll on him.

"If this is what the higher-end patrollers are like, I'm gonna need to step up my game if I want to keep up."
"...No, that ain't gonna work either..." Cronic sighed to himself as he sat with his oversized bow on his lap in the odd jobs building, going through idea after idea as to how to get the bow to work... And failing miserably each time.

"...Gah. How am I supposed to make this thing anything other than an oversized parchment weight?" Cronic said, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Having not seen hide or hair of Yuki or Serena for a good hour, assuming they're either asleep or otherwise pre-occupied, he figured he'd use the alone time to try and work out what it is the bow is meant to fire... If it's even capable of doing that.

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Upstairs in the guest room, Serena was still asleep, but was also tossing and turning regularly. Most would assume she was having a nightmare, but there was a second factor why she was seemingly restless, but not immediately apparent at a glance.
The sound of blows, coupled with the sight of something zipping out of the tornado at varying angles, circling around, ascending or descending, depending on the angle, before zooming back in prior to the next blow indicated that the fight was not over yet... Up until the tornado dissipated after several minutes.

Izaroth floated opposite from Glacia, the sudden barrage of blows he'd dished out while Glacias was otherwise immobilized inside the Tornado's winds as well as having not only created the tornado and making sure he didn't get caught within it himself, coupled with his prior injuries having taken a toll on his stamina, and it was showing in the rate of his breathing. At this point, if Glacias hadn't been taken down, there was no chance in hell Izaroth would be able to muster any further might.
"And there's my door." Phaethon said, promptly turning on his heel before lobbing the sphere at the ground in the middle of the group, the casing spitting on impact with the ground that released a thick cloud of smoke. Using the resulting discord to his advantage, he swiftly fled the scene.

The smokebomb itself was a lot more problematic than obscured vision though; Said smoke also had mammoth dung mixed into it, the stench of which would basically cause everyone's eyes and nasal hairs to burn, not to mention it would stick to their clothing for weeks.

"Laas, Yah Nir." Resting out of sight to admire his own handiwork, the aura whisper Thu'um allowing him to see the silhouettes of the unlucky people following him gagging on the smoke. As the smoke began to clear, he promptly cast an invisibility spell and left the scene before the victims could regain their composure.
Izaroth naturally had been bought all the time he needed, and with a thumbs up from his free hand to let Blaze know his appreciation, he slammed the arm he was readying the tornado with onto the ground right at the last moment, the motion likely taking Glacias by suprise as he was probably expecting a Ki Blast in lieu of a hurricane.

Taking a second to take a deep breath, Izaroth then leapt into the tornado himself.
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