Athinar viewed the proceedings with a wicked grin, one that even the Master would see. He approved of the punishment, even if he thought that the oversized pussy was in the wrong. No matter what he thought, believed, the Boss was always right. Athinar stepped up behind Consumes Peace, and patted him on the back, roughly, mocking sympathy. [color=FireBrick][b]"That's rough, mate."[/b][/color] Winking at Shukra, he simply said one word. [color=FireBrick][b]"Pussy."[/b][/color] Turning away, and to the Boss, Athinar smiled, and clapped. Athinar genuinely liked the Boss's leadership style, even if it was somewhat lackluster. 

Athinar decided to take the bold approach. Fortune apparently favored that, or would, if he hadn't punched her in the throat, three years ago. Smiling broadly at the Boss, he said, speaking to the Master alone, although letting the others hear him, [color=FireBrick][b]"Hey, Boss, I like your style, I really do, but might you consider delegation? Organization is necessary to win in a battle." [/b][/color] Back at the monastery, the monks had taught him well, they really had. He might come off as having a one-track mind, but he does know most everything that there is to know about combat, even if he isn't a good strategist, he was a good tactician. Placing his gauntleted hand on his chest, he said, [color=FireBrick][b]"I hate to say it, but while everyone here is either a good leader, or powerful, or a good strategist, I am possibly one of the best tacticians in here. So, Boss, the only thing I want to talk about now is a request. Would you put me in a position to oversee these fools, at least in the middle of raids and battles?" [/b][/color] Hopefully the Boss would listen, and Athinar beating up Lady Luck three years ago wouldn't come to bite him in the ass.