He brought his arms out in front of him in a stretching gesture, as if dishing out this punishment had been some sort of chore. He looked out from under the hood, satisfied. His face had been hidden behind shadows the whole time. The people that were no longer crowding the bar - they had left when trouble began - would have been able to see his glowing eyes, had they stayed.

Quite a picture the two were, down on the ground where the belonged, licking their wounds. They shouldn't have ignored such a simple order. Really. And he thought he had taught them well.

He swept his coat behind him as he squatted down by Axel's side. His hand cradled the nobody's jaw, thumb running over a bruise that had appeared there. "Did you say something? I'm afraid you'll need to speak louder," he then shoved his finger into the bruise with what force he could muster, "if you want me to hear. Or, don't tell me. You want to share the pain of your companion?" He held out his other hand, and this time a red shard-like light was in his hand, as solid as anything.