Tyrell slapped his face with the palm of his hand with the whole arguement and waited for him to sit down. "You're going to get us both killed if you keep using your powers anywhere where the Church has influence." He shrugged as he looked back, the boat rocked slightly as he did so however he used the oars to steady the boat. Travel by boat was how he had gotten so far from the Empire rapidly he was used to spending days in such a thing. He had just hoped he wouldn't of had to be kicked out of yet another kingdom. He didn't know who he disliked more, the Church or the Empress. "Basically they're from up North. Unlike here they welcome Evokers, as long as they serve the Empress, through sometimes good treatment and other times enslavement. You refuse to co-operate and they'll breed several offspring from you and then kill you for the relic. It's all very lovely and gives you a warm feeling inside." He continued rowing to the nearby shore. He stepped out of the boat as they got there and he waded to through the shallows onto land where he coursed heat through his legs, steam rising off his clothes and he offered a smirk to his companion. "Heat powers come in handy."

That was when out of nowhere a Vocator jumped him, luckily as a natural reflex his skin hardened however it still hurt like a bitch. He raised his arm and sent a blast of fire toward her, pushing her backwards but also setting the nearby dried trees and bushes alight. "Oh bollocks."