Teon Asheol, the Mistwarrens, police offices
Teon accepted the armor, staying on watch of the cell. “Sorry, Kai. Best I could do.”
And then the door opened, and a man like Ironeyes himself - one whose mythology crossed planets - stepped through. Perses, who was decidedly worse than Ironeyes.
And the Shardthief was behind him.
”Well, crap. That’s… that’s not good. This plate can only do so much, I am afraid.”
He quickly drew Aon Ashe, a light filling the room, hopefully stunning them.
And then his most recent Aon. A special one, one that he saved for emergency.
A pillar of flame raged towards Perses, tearing towards him. Meanwhiles, Teon dashed out of the way, hoping that the flame and light could cover his exit as he opened the cell and ushered Kai out.
Tulen Hental, New Hallandren
Tulen nodded.”We have been instructed to aid the Idrian operation.”
He stood, meeting her eyes. “I can trust you to assist me?”
He knew he could trust UFO, but many people believed him to be intense.