With the voice of his interlocutor and with the feedback he had from his own rhythmical sonar pulses, Koilembolon mapped the place and the movement around him. The faeries made this tedious of course, so much white noise and such a number he could not track all the movement. His senses, while useful, were not superhuman. This however saved him some trouble as he found himself to have luck in his bad luck. One second he could feel Fiil'eis being at a certain location, the other she could be at another and from the change of location, Koil would have extrapolated the speed and direction of this projectile. The problem was not the acoustic of the room, visibly Dormeria was accustomed to have visitors that had extraordinary hearing, not a sonar. No, the problem was the sheer speed and as the second sonar feedback came, Fiil'eis had already passed by him at a speed his sonar couldn't quite grasp. Having his eyes open would have hardly served anything, Narxians could see as far on land as they could in murky water. In such unclear waters this would be impressive but on land his vision was poor at best.

And thus, Koil reacted only after the fae passed him, doing a side roll to his left, taking his hammer in both hand as well. He found his back against one of the immobile persons found all around the room, a statue visibly.

"Hurling projectiles at me? Although range combat is limited underwater I have learned that the use of arrows on the surface is generally followed by an assault."

The cover this statue provided Koil, even if he was smaller than the average human, was limited. He thus quickly moved behind a column. Having never met a fairy he did not really know how to face one but in their limited size they probably paused no threat to him. He considered that they could all be magic users but if it was the case he would die instantly so he planned around them not interfering much in a fight.

"And please, do not ask me to act against my nature. You slither and you see the future, in the same way I sing and live of water for I am Narxian. Perhaps you should go in the north some days, not many of us venture so far south... Perhaps you could perfect this... 'Magic', as you call our songs... magic that you have stolen from my people... How typical, landwalkers do not hesitate to take what serves them, our gems, our work and now our songs, but yet they do not take the people, neither do they give them something back from their gift... I do not kill innocents, but a thief I can kill."

Koil again ran, surprisingly fast for a fish in full plate, to another column, exposing himself as little as possible. At least he had the advantage that landwalkers made their 'Magic' so tragically obvious most of the time. The moment he heard a word that wasn't in common she'd confirm her hostility and be left vulnerable. First, dodge an eventual sweet of the tail, second, forward hammer trust to the throat, would destabilize and interrupt spell casting in all probabilities, this could be followed by a hammer strike to the face, no need for the spike. An average human would die on the spot.

"I hope you will forgive me, but I believe both our times are precious and I'd propose we skip to business yes? How you know to use songs would probably be a fascinating story for my ears but between you telling me how much power you hold and living projectiles passing next to me my time is running short, as is my willingness to stand still for further projectiles, spells and what have you. Forgive me, but such is what my experience on land tells me. To be fair, if your fellow land walkers could be less murderously enthusiast in chance encounters I probably wouldn't have such a prejudice about your intentions."