Leonel walked back to the Ascension Empire army. Waving a hand, the spear he had formed vanished along with the blood that had been on it. Slowly, the dark gold glow of the Anarchic Force beneath him also faded until the water was just as dark as it was before.
"… Welcome back Murder Hobo," James eventually broke the silence. "How's it feel to be a mass murderer? They used to make documentaries about your kind, I didn't expect one to be in our midst."
"Feels about as good as fucking a Cloud Race whore in a back alley. So you tell me. You still itching down there?"
James froze.
A burst of laughter came from the others. The change caused a bubble the others didn't know they were sitting on to burst. Of course, this didn't refer to Leonel's brothers, they were mostly indifferent to it all from the very beginning as they were the most familiar with Leonel.