Whiron suffers a quick glance to see that his friend is still standing, but he can do nothing more for him nor expect anything from him at that time. He must attempt to eliminste one of his enemies before he is overwhelmed. Though he is less effective at manipulating mechanical waylines, he thinks that pushing air will still benefit him more than the tainted touch to which he is more suited.
Whiron lifts his hands in a gesture of uncertainty. “We can let them decide. I do not sees these others as malevolent. I see them as simple, reacting from a lack of understanding. Way out here, perhaps everyone else is their enemy.”