The Neko stopped and turned to the voice.
He was relieved to see Michael standing between the village guards, though a touch surprised to see him holding yet another form of his world's weapons in his hands. There was a hostile glare in his eye as he rolled his fingers along its grips and that was something the golden Neko found unnerving in a way. But then he noticed how the human's breath was unnaturally calm, controlled. He was expecting a fight.
Rolling his eyes, the ex-Hunt Commander huffed at this notion.
Without a word he swept his cloak aside, provoking Michael to step forward and level his weapon with Farok's head. Before the human released his thunder, however, the Neko tossed the thunder-stick he carried onto the ground in front of him.
"More of your kind has come," he state
