Within the dust kicked up by Hiroto forcefully slamming his club into the ground, a figure was right behind Raiden, a glistening clear sword poised to redirect Hirohisa's attack up and safely over both of their heads. Holding the sword out to the side, it broke apart into diamond dust as he stopped sustaining it. As the large man with the many weapons he heard earlier seemed to have had the same idea as him, Sven gave the big guy a nod of acknowledgement. With that out of the way, he grabbed the back of the spearman's top to get his attention while levelling a blind gaze at Enryuu. Releasing the shirt when he figured he had their attention, he sighed. "The gate is that way," he said, jerking his head in said gate's direction. "I'd reccomend using it, before someone gets hurt." Although he didn't use any killing intent or show any outward signs of anger, something about the tone in his voice just invoked mental images of being frozen solid and left for dead.<br/>Mitsuhide's mouth was set into a thin smile as he watched everything proceed, taking stock of everything. A plant-user with powers on an hair-trigger, a large man with insane physical strength and multiple weapons, black suits out of nowhere, and now a guy who can make swords made of ice and affect people in a manner similar to killing intent without actually using it. Add in the prescense of a loud-mouth lightning-user, and he's looking at a brewing fight that no sane person would want in the middle of a town. Considering how destructive lightning can be, and how easily it can kill, definately wouldn't be good if things got worse. The crossdressing martial artist can't even offer his own two-cents, or he'd risk<span style="font-style: italic">adding</span>to the possible village destruction.