Iisska back-peddled away from the impaled man. He couldn't seem to get far enough fast enough. The abrupt and grizzly termination to what began as a graceful, albeit blood soaked display of unexpected martial skill shocked him out of mesmerization. Now he only felt a sick churning in his gut.

Cheshik was still busy finishing what Cynthia had started. After a few men fell at his hands, the remaining archers and highwaymen scattered into the trees and surrounding fields. Everything stilled in a dizzying aftermath. The screams and clatter of skirmish were now replaced by a distant, solitary and melodic bird call.

Iisska clenched his fists and shook them out, shifted his weight on his feet and took a deep breath with a sharp exhale. His eyes couldn't help but dart over the dying, bloody corpses in the road, but with every pass they locked right back onto her. His muscles and jaw were clenched tight.

"What. Was that?" he asked.

Quin stepped up with deliberate caution. The twins whispered between themselves behind her in harsh, short snippets. It would seem everyone was rightly taken aback and not just from being accosted by ruffians. She was admittedly expecting a sort of negotiation rather than a fight, nay, a slaughter. Before she could pass by Iisska to go to Cynthia, he held out his arm and stopped her. She shot him a look, but stopped. He was positively seething.

"Hey, everything is fine," Quin started, "Calm down and let's just--"

"Look at this!" Iisska snapped, "Every fucking place we go!"

"Iisska, this is not the time," she said.

He looked appalled and shook his head.

"Whatever! Because bring another crazy murder machine with us! Who will notice!?"

"What did you expect?"

The pair of them turned. Luke had stepped spoken up and stepped toward the confused stares.

"You took the mask off of a homunculus," he spoke again, "I assumed you had some other way of controlling it, but you keep treating it like it's a human. You have no idea what you've done, do you?"