Faust brushed past Erebus quickly. The darker-haired boy stood still, examining the situation for a moment. Two eyes studied the bodies sprawling the church floor, some were dead, others groaned in disbelief. Erebus wasn't sure how Phantom Lord might react to being framed, though it was clever thinking. The Lycan would be keen as to not let anyone know Faust had done it, and that was for both of them. Especially considering the negotiations the two guilds had been staking up towards.
Even despite it. Faust was doing what was primal instinct to himself. It not only surprised Erebus, but impressed him. He had this aura that shouted freedom. If it weren't for the secondary one crying out loneliness. Well... Then he might have been someone Erebus envied. But just maybe, Faust could be. Not with anyone in particular's help. But by being told which path to leap into. That's exactly what the wolf was here to do. To push Faust in a direction, to shape him into a real warrior. A dark mercenary sure, but more importantly, into a man.
What Faust had done here today. It was simply his way of letting out some stress, thought the Lycan when he slammed the door behind himself and swept the streets with speed. He had to get out of there after all, sure he was a prestigious fighter in GH, but numbers would prove difficult. They always did. Behind the Coyote by a few meters he saw him take a turn into a bathroom a good distance from their previous location. When he arrived, there was the white-haired kid. Erebus pulled his mask down underside his the chin.
Erebus understood it clearly. You can't help it when things get under your skin, never can. Though, a religious leader? Certainly this took it to the extreme, even the Lycan himself was convinced that was pretty insane. In all his days, hitting the church was the one thing he 'hadn't' done. It just seemed too public for him. There was respect to be earned there. Definitely.
Then again, their was also many people who would find this atrocious. Even other dark mages might find it wrong, since a great deal of them could still be counted a follower of Illumin. The white-haired boy would need to think this over later, he'd jeopardized a lot, instinct or not. More than he could ever hope to have done anywhere else.
The whole country would be grovelling to hear about this, nobles included. So it begged the question, who was going to protect Faust if Phantom Lord or the Rune Knights found him out there alone? Faust needed to learn control, he needed some kind superior. Erebus too, but at least he knew when to pick and choose the lambs to slaughter. Faust needed people to show him the ropes, he needed a family. Or at the very least, an ally in this violent lifestyle.
"It's Strategist. We've met."His eyes squinted. However, he spoke nondescript. Something which was more rare in him nowadays, but with his racial change. The trait was bleeding back into him slowly.
"They'll hunt you down Faust. You know that?" Strategist leaned his back against the wall. He had removed a red cellphone from his pocket and typed in keys as he spoke. Obviously, he was reaching out to someone. In Faust's case, it was Icarus. Today might've been the Coyote's luckiest-- in a long, long, time. Then again, this was more about trusting each other than anything else. Faust could mistake this for turning him in, whatever. Or he could run, same difference, if so Erebus would leave fate to take care of the Coyote. Either scenario was plausible right now, it was up to Faust to decide what he wanted...
The text was finished.
"So? Speak up. I want to know personally, not really anything important or whatever. Just curious. What's most important to you? It's not required, I just wanna know what keeps you moving forward."