"Is there something we may do to encourage you to step forward? We would have all our allies see each other face to face, and speak as those who are worthy should." Fen states non commitally, leaning against his fire lance, eyebrow raised sardonically. "After all, my ignorant comrade may not understand your importance, but not all of us have the desire to antagonize possible allies consisting of our own honored dead!" Fen sneers theatrically, standing straight with a crash of his armored boots, a faint shimmering aura seeming to form around him, as though he is preparing for battle. "I would rather burn to ash than allow this travesty against all that is good to go unanswered!" He roars, obviously growing more agitated, seemingly enraged. The gunzosha guards start pushing the crowd back, giving space to the slowly smoking figure in their midst. He takes up a strange stance, seemingly poised between using the daiklave on his back, and the fire lance in his hand. The Armor of Immaculate Dragons he is wearing suddenly starts shifting, the helmet and gauntlets articulating out and locking into place...