The gust did in fact surprise Athradien, and he could immediately tell it wasn't of mother natures doing... 'I'm gonna wrap my hands around that ass holes neck and choke them to death...' he thought to himself as he first realized what had happened. Without much time to react, he had the point of a Polearm hovering near his neck.

The man spoke to him, officially placing him under arrest, this faintly amused him. After speaking of the odds, he looked over at the really frail looking one. "Well... I'd say more like 2 and 1/4'ths against one." He nodded to the man which he was referring to as the 1/4th. He reached up and put his index finger on the blade, almost seeming uninterested in the fact it was right next to his neck.

"What a nicely sharpened blade... seems as if it was made by an artisan...?" He asked the question, seeming completely interested. He mumbled words under his breath without moving his lips which shouldn't be audible to the man, this only sound like raspy breathing.

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