Everything was still following Arthur’s explosion of violence. It had happened so quickly, he was sure most of the scouts had missed it entirely. Their leader struggled beneath his hand, but it became half-hearted when the hair-thin scratch he managed to inflict on Arthur’s forearm healed in an instant. One of his underlings finally grew a spine and stepped forward on shaky legs. “I ask that you release head-scout Bernardo, sir,” he said, his voice surprisingly steady. “You’ve amply demonstrated that you mean serious business.”Arthur looked down at Bernardo and relaxed his grip slightly. “You heard your subordinate…”"Logan, sir,” the young man supplied helpfully.“Logan,” Arthur repeated. “He seems to have a level head on his shoulders. Better than you, at least. Now, if I let you go, can I trust you not to try to immediately attack me? Blink twice for yes.”Bernardo glared at him stubbornly. Arthur let a hint of his domain leak out. “Trust me, man. You don’t want this fight.”The head-scout's skin rapidly paled. Pride and fear warred for dominance over his face. Logic prevailed. Bernardo blinked twice, and Arthur released him, stepping to the side and positioning himself between the man and Iris. His girlfriend was more than capable of handling herself, but only one of them could shrug off anti-tank rounds, and it wasn't the fae princess.Logan rushed over to his superior and poured a healing elixir down his throat. Bernardo grimaced as his spine realigned and clicked back into place. He groaned and stood up, nursing his healed throat. “You done brought us a real shit-show, Myan,” Bernardo groaned, glaring at the drow. Myan shrugged. “I bought it to a cesspool. Right where shit belongs.”Arthur’s eyebrow twitched. The kid had just insulted them. “Will you let us meet Inca now?” Iris asked. She’d dropped all the honorifics, now. Bernardo sighed. “It’s not like I can stop you now, can (...)