Sifu's strange arm cracks, a hopefully cosmetic gout of flame escaping it. "Ooooh. I had some h-help." He manages to push back Brass about a half a foot, and gestures to the man using Noriko's own men as a seat. "B-baaaas!" Brass almost gets the man in a powerbomb, but sifu gets out at the last moment, trying to get her into a headlock. "D-disguise. D-don't want anyone to r-recognize him."<br/><br/>The man (or perhaps woman, now that you look at the figure it's kinda obvious that things are being supernatually obscured, and perhaps you only imagined Brass's sifu saying him) waves, features and clothes almost offensively bland and quotidian.<br/><br/>"You don't want to interfere." Even the voice is void of anything that could be used to identify who is under the enchantments. "It would be bad for you. And Brass." It looks down at the people it is sitting on. "I think they'd be safe."