Aye, just a mo', Talkame. [The Miqo'te is busy staring down at the Green Jeweled male, baring his fangs even more.

He did not appreciate this poorly-planned ambush. Did not appreciate the little coward they'd caught dragging in more people to be hurt.

But he'd rather attempt to use his dark knight temper and desire to lash out more in a more useful fashion, rather than that which he's been trained to. He has no desire to leave a trail of bodies in his wake.]

You boys may have Jewels, but you're no real combatants. You're weak. [There's no mistaking the derision in Rhus' voice, the sheer disgust he has for the young men who have tried to attack them. Though perhaps Takame may notice how his accent has cleared up somewhat, smoothing out to a Hingan courtier's-- or perhaps, if Takame chose to visit certain areas of Kugane, a specific sort of worker meant to mimic a courtier's speech for varying reasons.

Then he points at the boy who started this all.]

You! Know that all of this could have been avoided! You are to blame for what has come over your friends. Sit in a cell and reflect upon that.

Takame, bind them.