[Funkduder]

"Saint Acacias. I was hoping to meet you at some point, though I never expected it to be like this," Michael said, immediately dropping his Psychic Block. He didn't want to get hurt anymore than he had to and even if his mind was vulnerable, he knew, without thinking, that his mind now had a price to read.
"So, then. How is this going to play out. You have little to no information of what has happened and know only of the people currently here, and even then, you probably only know of our powers. I will not resist, if you give the chance to explain what happened here." By this time all of his weapons were deactivated and either holstered or put away. Looking to the old man on the floor, he realized that he resisted the saint with a passion. He made a note to make great effort to defend this man as he raised his hands.