[Azeil]

The armor was shredded quickly until the spell was finally broken and it was a useless pile of metal. He turned to look at the small woman.

"You just /gave up/," he said, his nose wrinkling slightly. Still, he wasn't sure which emotion was more dominant in him at the moment. Annoyance or... hurt. Of course he knew the woman did not like him, he was not an idiot, but /this/ he had not expected. The much taller male stood there in silence for a moment before he leaned down, sort of, awkwardly, picking up the two fallen tassels.

"Your hat needs fixing," he said simply before turning away. Despite the battle being over, the strange tattoos remained thick and dark on his skin.