Tempris turned to the man she once thought was an annoyance. A wide grin stretched across her face as she remembered the large fire he caused in his efforts to purge heretics from this world. It was so beautiful... it was full of Illumin's love, yet this man had to be a heretic worshiping some made up god.
"Seika, why are you supporting Brunhild despite your constant blasphemy against the church." She closed her eyes for a moment in hopes to hide the sharpness in her question under a cute appearance. Given their previous exchanges, she doubted it would work but it was a force of habit now.

As He answered, she would pull a paper she was given and swipe her finger across a name, signally the destruction of another hideout. She would quickly take note of the next place and stuff the note back into her pocket. There was going to be some time before they were going to reach the next place. So Tempris would take her time enjoying the sun.
"It is such a warm day..." Tempris stretched her arms and yawned, "Maybe we should bring in some people to the church to be judged. That way we can stay out in the sun a little longer. Who knows... maybe they would even share their location of some others. That's happen before to me you know." Tempris dropped her smile, not wanting to find the energy to keep up the mask of a cute little girl. For now, all she really cared about was Illumin's warmth.

The raging inferno licked at his frame as his body stood just outside the arch of the doorway. Both of his hands were up in a bit of prayer, the relevant scriptures flowing from his lips like holy water. The fire peaked in intensity as he seemed to grow towards the end of the verse, his words flowing faster and with far more intensity and power behind him before finally he stopped. He could almost hear the question that the rude youngster had asked him just before the building itself exploded violently, spewing fire and smoke far into the sky. The sounds of sirens and cries of alarm from nearby civilians filled the air as Seika finally began to descend down the stairs from the collapsing building. His eyes finally opened as he regarded the girl and remembered her question before sighing. The ritual had been rather successful and as such a good deal of his irritation had washed away. Looking directly at her with his hands still placed in a prayer position, he began to speak calmly as he answered her question, "While Brunhild is indeed a filthy heathen, at the end of the day she's a heathen due to false teachings. Her work still benefits Great Sol so there's no reason to be overly antagonistic with her, even if I disagree with the texts she refers too". After he saying this, he would nod with her assessment of what they would do next. Truly all that mattered was removing the filth from Sol's warm embrace. Nothing else mattered.

So they were the ones being used... Tempris was unsure what to think about this man. She respected the small amount of brains he presented but his vulgar speech and complete disrespect just really grind her gears. She wanted to break his legs and drag him to the church just like that woman from earlier. She could feel her fist clenching up after each name he rattled off. But she continued to hold back for now. "This was for Brunhild... Illumin's will." She mumbled. However, it was just was really waning on her nerves. She took a deep breath, and exhaled.

"Look umm." Tempris Clapped her hands in hopes to let off some negative energy, "Lets get a drink... No... I'm getting a drink." The girl turned away and clenched her teeth. At least for her, she did not feel cold. She saw a bar near by and immediately started marching to it. She did not bother to look back to see of Seika was following her. However she did make sure to find a spot at the bar with 2 free seats. He was her responsibility still... she supposed.

She climbed up onto the stool and let her legs dangle. There were a few comments about the girl being here, but when she slid the money onto the table, the bartender did not judge. Paying customers were paying customers. "2 glasses of warm milk..." The people around her chuckled but the crowd would soon go back to doing there own thing.

Seika would cock his eyebrow at the youngsters confusing actions and varying emotions. While he understood that the youth tended to be more open and free with expressing the various frustrations and often suffered greatly from their inability to contain them, this one just seemed a bit more vocal about her disagreements with him. He lacked the empathy to understand the fact that due to his rather blunt and tactless way of discussing his faith and his disagreements with other sects of the religion that he was obviously causing the young woman distress. To him instead it just seemed like a small child throwing a hissy fit because she was told she was wrong, and thus in the end he continued to scold her as such with no less fervor in his voice.

He was by nature a serious upstanding individual. By upbringing he did not understand how to relax and enjoy the company of others. Every moment of his life up until arriving in Fiore had been in service to Sol. Spreading Its glorious teachings and instilling a sense of congregation amongst those he could reach. For those that he couldn't, well... Smoldering ashes were still considered a patronage to the might and heat of Sol. A reminder that even Icarus could not fly so close to Its radiance. And for those who shunned Its warmth and message, a similar fate would befall them.

He frowned as he considered the youth however with a single smoldering orange eye without her noticing., a small epiphany crossing his visage as he studied her frustrated frame as she attempted to cool down her heated passions over his cool words. The sight of such an individual was indeed something that the texts preached, the ideal visage of one who could spread Sol's merciful teachings far and wide. Even if she didn't follow the texts all the way right now, she clearly embodied a great deal of Sol's ways and mannerisms. The only problem seemed to stem from the fact that she was held back by her paltry view of the world. The feeling that playing nice with those who did not agree with the message of Sol was necessary to complete the task was almost foolish in a way. If he could cultivate and harness such passion and zealotry for Sol's purposes. Oh what a glorious fire it would be.

His eye closed as he returned from his musings, a small serene smile crossing his face as he regarded the young woman's change of objective to quenching her thirst. No doubt it was so that she would avoid yelling at him for his rather uncouth ways, but that was neither here nor there. Agreeing simply, the lumbering giant would fall into step behind her, quiet throughout the entire trip, even as they stopped and took a seat. He rebuked the offer of warm milk for a glass of water, not really a fan of the creamy substance himself as he looked about the establishment they had settled in. His burning orange eyes piercing through the paltry veils that the commoners had put up about themselves to disguise the horrible filth they called an existence. Truly this was a land the required Sol's blessing the most. Yes, this 'Divine' would serve Sol well, even if she didn't realize it herself.

After she made it up to her own seat, she found her vocal "assistant" sitting next to her. She sighed, placing her elbow, closer to him, on the counter. The first time she moved it was to grab the second glass of milk that the bartender confused to be his. No, Tempris was ordering for herself. "No, they were for me." She quickly down the first drink and then held onto the second. The man choose to order just a water, but Tempris did not pay him any mind. She just focused on her drink while going through different prayers in her head.

She prayed for the strength to hold herself back from drawing her sword on this sinner. She prayed for the tenacity to push through his blasphemy to serve the greater power. She prayed for the control to not lose herself in the cause due to the intoxicating fire of this man. Finally she prayed that this work would be in service of Illumin and that her efforts would not be used to push the objective of those who wished harm upon her lord. Once she was finished cycling through her mind she whispered Amen and started sipping her 2nd drink.

Tempris then turned her head enough so that she could see the man out the corner of her eye. She wondered what was going through his mind now given how quiet he was. She kept her hand around the glass and her other hand clenched to counter. Only time would tell what was going to happen next.

The young girl's dismissal of the bartender after receiving her two glasses of milk was comical at best. Her flustered state was as understandable as it was amusing to him. Of course however, this wasn't where his attention lie. Oh no, the interesting girl was indeed something of interest but not any more than rooting out potential heretics and those that could lead him to potential heretics. It was funny how comically easy it was to spot someone who may be of either group, the tensing of the shoulders or the sudden appearance of perspiration after a particularly heavy stare down. The avoiding glances, and the astute attention to detail that someone who would be considered a lookout would have if only to warn others of potential danger. It was these clues that alerted Seika more to the presence of several possible targets than anything else. Of course he had told the girl earlier that the easiest way to smoke out a heretic was with a fire, and he wasn't lying. The glorious inferno that he had lit earlier had brought more than a few rats from out of the woodwork to come see the commotion. Of course he didn't bring it up to the little loli with him, at the time he could tell she had one too many emotions running through her that such news would have likely just caused another bout of emotional whiplash to tear through her small body. No, such news could wait after their current venture finished. Speaking of which.

His lumbering frame finally rose from where he sat, his eyes locked on a particularly spooked individuals as the heat around his body rose just as he did. The action seemed to prompt all four men seated at the booth shout in alarm as other groups that had been spotted quickly bolted for the exit or began to prepare spells to use against him. A grin crossed his face at the prospect of a fight. He could feel his blood boiling underneath his leathery mocha skin. Today was just the gift that kept on giving.

And did time tell. The man seemed to be looking around. For a normal person, Tempris would pay no mind. Being aware of one's surrounding as norm for an environment like this. You never knew when one accident or random comment would send drinks flying. Men like Seika however was another story. He probably thrived in the chaos, probably to get away achieve his own objective. Shoot, Tempris knew it was something she would do. Still the difference between, or should she say nuance between them, was that Tempris waited for trouble to start. Seika would be the one to start it.

So when Seika stood up and the air around him filled with the love of Illumin, she couldn't help but sigh. She quickly place another order of warm milk knowing it would be her last for the night, or at least this establish meant. The order was met quickly but not quick enough. A grew of men were already standing up and shouting. Only, they weren't the only people here to answer the call of trouble. See another party made their selves noticeable as they began to cast their spells. By this time the whole place was in a riot. Not one person was in their seat as innocent, guilty, and sinful bystanders took flight from the newly developed combat arena. Tempris pulled herself up on top of the counter securing her milk in her hand. At this moment she wished, for the first time to have that other weird drink, the one that made her forget about everything. But now wasn't the time for such wishes. Now it was time to fight... or at least watch a fight.
"Guess its took late to get another drink..."

The shouting escalated in volume as more groups started to generate even more spell circles. The various glowing circles all pointed in his general direction. He could tell that some were definitely more explosive in nature, and while he was definitely outgunned in terms of power, he wasn't too terribly worried about his chances here. Being situated in the center of the bar meant that all of the others had to face him, and in turn face each other. A grin crossed his face as he motioned for the young girl to keep her head down. If she was lucky the spells would fly right over her, if she wasn't, well... the church had healers. They could patch her up. Moving away a bit from the bar, he cracked his knuckles as fire began to actively lick at his frame. Several red magic circles appeared around his body as his frame seemed to blur from the heat. His smoldering orange eyes darted from target to target, identifying potential sources of information from those who would just be sacrifices to Sol. It would only take a few seconds before at the end of it all was an explosion of energy and activity that had been missed by his compatriot when he had strode into that house all by himself. His large frame moved with a quickness and purpose, crossing the distance between himself and those who were still preparing themselves for a fight. His own magic circles having already unleashed several gouts of flame, most aimed either towards the ceiling or in the near vicinity of his targets to spook them into dropping their own magic circles or causing them to backfire and explode in their faces. The fight began just as he had wanted, with a flurry of chaos and confusion, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Everyone who wanted to fight was surrounded the source of the problem. Seika stood in the middle appearing excited... or just ready. She was not sure, but she figured he was happy about this. It would not be his first time just running alone without a care in the world. Though he only went in alone because Tempris did not follow. This would be the same as then though for different reasons. Before, Tempris just wanted to see what he could do. Now Tempris just did not want to be apart of the chaos. She was getting drinks to relax not beat up a bunch of sinners at a bar. If anything, she tended to avoid trouble in places like this. She did not exactly want to get kicked out or barred. However, the man was her responsibility.

So she decided to take the middle route and be ready to support if needed but let him deal with all the threats he created. Sipping on her milk from the counter she watched as flames erupted from the man. He the flames threaten to engulf the people. It was so beautiful, and Tempris could already feel the smile creeping up on her face. So many souls were going to be freed again.

The bartender was in a panic but Tempris was already on it.
"Don't worry mister. I won't let him hurt you. But I would like a snack, Maybe some peanuts or what ever else you have that's not messy"

His large frame crashed violently into a group of mages, his large arms wrapping around the neck and shoulders of two of them before swinging his house violently in a circle to gain the leverage to lift and throw both men up into the ceiling with a heave of effort. The two men crashed into the solid wood ceiling before falling back down upon their comrades with a crunching thud, effectively taking out the entire group. Seika would not shit idly as the group was taken out by their flying comrade however, already thrusting his right arm out to the side facing a group of fighters that had planned on blind siding him with a group of spells. Almost instantly a magic seal formed at the tips of his fingers just before he snapped and unleashed a massive blast of fire from the seal that burned everything it came into contact with. The screams of surprise and pain were ignored as the mages and bystanders alike were burned alive.

The sudden change in atmosphere stopped the fighting almost instantly, with all parties sans the burning man all staring in shock at the immolated individuals. Fear began to run rampant as Seika rose up to his full height before cracking his neck some more. The screaming only grew in intensity as the magical fire only grew brighter, the color of it matching his brightly burning orange eyes. He stared down those that remained with a savage grin as those screams for help finally died down. Those that remained realized something just then, if they hadn't escaped along with those initially, they weren't leaving there now unless the tall man died first. It was definitely going to be a good day for Seika.

[Exit]

This was show was not going to be as interactive as the last one. The burning man Seika was ready to unleash all his magic and abilities for lack of care for those around him. Tempris for one would not care normally as she could easily withstand this man's attacks if not out right avoid them with the help of her magical phasing cloak. However, the bartender was another story. So as the heat from the flames filled room, Tempris would tackled the bartender and spare him from the fiery explosion. She hoped this would at least trick him into thinking that she was not working with the man to cause this fight. Thus, she would not be barred from the establishment... should it still be standing.

Either way, Tempris climbed back onto the counter to look around. It was all too chaotic, if not unneeded. But she did not necessarily dislike it. In another time, in another place. She might even hop into the fray to join him. But for now, she was doing this for Brunhild, not herself. She had to make sure when she was seen, people saw the glory of the Divine and the benevolence of the Illumin. Those who refused and decided to cause trouble would be blessed a different way. So with that she left the building and waited for the chaos to further erupt. She hoped the place didn't burn down. But if it did... well there was only one thing to do. Hildegard did it.

(Exit)