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"Oh, you *******, you think you can just come over here and say that to us, you *****-" Tyrian caught himself and stopped before continuing on saying on whatever foul shit he'd just dropped. He wasn't ready to face Trifa or the White Fang in general and he just so did NOT have time for this...

"Sun!" Tyrian wrestled his way out of his fellow faunus's embrace and landed on his feet, staggered though he was and one hand cupped over his injury. "What I should have said was DROP IT. This is gonna be hard enough on me." He wasn't sure HOW yet but he was going to get Cinder back for...

"No. I got blasted through a wall by Roman taking a LOT of something he SHOULDN't have." The faunus hoped Roman would be okay. He'd left quite the trail of destruction in his wake. Tyrian snarled and nearly jumped out of Sun's arms at that point. "Her NAME is Trifa and she's NOT...

"hi emerald." His aura had taken much more of a beating than he'd expected and it wasn't even due to the people he'd been fighting. Getting blasted through a wall, having superheated rubble fall on you and pin you down, then having to strip your weapons off before they scalded your skin...Not...

Roman smiled. Was probably hard to tell but he hoped Mercury felt it at least. "Thank you, Mercury. I-" "WHOA!" It wasn't nearly as scary as the idea of dying AGAIN or being cooked alive by his own aura turning on him. Still, he couldn't help but let out a shrill shriek as he was yanked...

Roman blinked. He thought he'd been pretty sneaky about it. But he supposed that was the least of his concerns now. A small portal manifested in the palm of Roman's right hand and the nunchucks sorta just popped out. "Sorry. I think...*cough cough cough* I got so...joyed at what I could...

Tyrian huffed. Teleportation? How absolutely annoying. "Hmph. Two on one, three on one, doesn't make a difference. I could..." He wasn't sure what Melanie's semblance was. If it was anything like her sister's, it was going to likely be annoying and a pain in the ass to deal with. Blow after...

Tyrian was gone before Watt's words even finished hitting the air. He LEAPED down the side of the ramp and dropped to all fours, his tail curving up behind him as he took on absolutely devilish expression. Had these people done anything to HIM personally? Not so much beyond get in his way and...

Tyrian huffed, puffed out his chest, even went as far as baring his teeth but he'd obey. Violence had it's place and while he would have been more than thrilled to unleash it here and now? Confident as he was in his own skills, he didn't really favor his odds in a 1vEveryone and their mothers...

Tyrian exhaled and huffed, raising his shoulders up, and standing well...As close to 'shoulder-to-shoulder' as he could get given how big of a fella Hazel was. "Could have wrecked him, his team, all by my damn self." The faunus proclaimed, confidence just dripping off his words. Of course he...

"What I MEANT to say before..." Roman gestured up to Cinder from where he was laying on the floor. "I think Fylnt is causing trouble. If a fight breaks out, who knows what kinda attention it could bring. I'm thinking we ought to get while the getting's good." Roman explained before lightly...

"oh no, no, I'm fine. Just carry on." Not like he'd just gotten bowled over by a MINI MAIDEN but, sure sure! Fine!

Roman's eyes darted nervously from side to side. He didn't particularly have beef with, really, anyone that he could think of. Well....there was the whole 'he died' angle to consider but he still didn't really wanna confront that. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he really EVER wanted to! Couldn't...

"..." Tyrian narrowed his eyes, took out his scroll, looked up Sun's contact.... Whatever he typed to her, he sure as hell didn't let Cinder see. : | He loved her dearly but, ugh, she could be a real pain in the ass. Tyrian clenched and unclenched his bandaged up hand. "...Could have...

"I KINDA know one...it's...been a while." Tyrian mumbled as his tail swayed wistfully over his shoulder. "Don't exactly think I can ring Trifa up and ask for the details. If things are still as they are, and I can't imagine why they wouldn't be, the higher ups probably monitor stuff like scroll...

Roman sighed. No getting around that. "Sorry, Neo. Won't happen again." He still wasn't giving the nunchucks back though. That'd remain between him and the weasel. He's pretty sure that's what that was. Tyrian opened and closed his injured hand, having wrapped the paper towels around it like a...

"oh." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess that makes more sense, huh?" "Sorry Arthur, not much cooking up in the ol brain compartment here.." Roman admitted while giving Neo a thumbs up. She'd gone ahead and gotten an idea of hers called clever! Way to go! Tyrian's...

"....I like it here." Tyrian commented, idly, one leg draped over the other as his tail stayed secure around his waist. This place gave him almost a sense of welcome. That it felt good to be here/he probably would have come out here on his own if he'd ever had any lien to throw around anyway...

"..." Tyrian propped a boot on the head of one of the goons he was tasked with restraining. He pulled the makeshift bindings tighter with a tug. Then he stepped back, placed his hands on his hips and exhaled. The feeling hadn't exactly dissipated, and it was driving him up the wall. More than he...

"I can do both!" Roman exclaimed. Okay, the truth was that he couldn't do either but he'd sure try his best. "R-Right!" Man, Hazel's sister really knew her stuff about planes. What was her semblance even? Maybe she could try piloting and take off the undue stress that was threatening to...