Varen's eyes widened a little as he heard the anger in Ty's voice. He started to become somewhat defensive, fearing another random outburst of rage from him like the one nearly killed him and hurt Lucy. Varen moved over slightly to get a bit more in between Ty and Lucy.
"Yes Ty, we were just asking. No need to fly into a rage." He said with a sincere tone, though the smirk never left his lips.

He was starting to lose his patience with his mission.
The urge to strike, now, kill everyone here, was starting to become overwhelming.

He ignored Trinity, allowing Martyris the chance to dive back into Ayase without being seen and turned to Zerron.
"We're... fine. Just fine. No concerns, so you may as well stop asking."
Then he heard Varen and glared at him.
The smirk drove him to the very very brink - and he needed to hurt something. ANYTHING.

His eyes met Lucy's behind Varen, and he couldn't resist. He just couldn't.

A snake of black flame, unnoticeable in the shadows, shot up the wall, crawled along the ceiling and burned away a few of the rafters above her head - sending them crashing down on top of her... and he smiled...

Martyris barely had time to notice the rafters as they fell.
You. F*cking. Bastard.

He bowed his head, and the flames soundlessly incinerated the rafters that had fallen before they could touch her.

My apologies... I understand, master...

Instead of killing her, he settled instead for a scowl at Varen.
"I really would wipe that smirk from your face. Idiot."

Martyris had been on the verge of attacking through Ayase when he noticed the flames devour the rafters before they could touch her.

Some commanding force made him stop... but he made Trinity cry again... Ty is going to SLAUGHTER him for that...

The anger was fading, to be replaced by a white-hot scathing contempt...

He grunted irritably, turning to face away from Varen and walked right up to Trinity, placing his hand on her shoulders to maintain the illusion and to avoid getting devoured...

"Of course, my love... of course..." he said while trying his hardest not to crush her...

Although Varen would have loved to instigate Ty just for the fun of it, he knew just how volatile Ty was. Yet, he noticed seemed more on edge than normal. So he did not respond and just watched him walk away. He turned to Lucy and leaned over to whisper to her. "Definitely be careful around him. And don't get too close to him either... Something's a bit off about him."

Varen nodded, "Yea let's get going." He replied before following the others out of the castle, keeping an eye on Ty, not looking away for a second.

The ring gently engulfed her hand, giving her the feeling of holding Ty's hand as she walked.

He forced himself to remain calm, and instead made a order of targets.
Lucy, then Varen, then Zerron - then the wolf-girl - then... oh and then... the disgusting cat-girl and her lover...

If he makes a move, Ayase, don't care that it's Ty's body - take him down before he hurts anyone...

He glared at her, before remembering his mission and forcing his face into a smile.

"Of course... I'm fine, I'm always fine..."

A truly evil thought entered his head, and he leaned closer to her.
"You know... when we arrive at the port, and find a bed... I might have to remind you that I'm your husband..."

The ring literally blazed with anger, and Trinity could sense the rage again, not aimed at her but powerful enough to feel as it flowed out towards it's former body...

The real Ty, he reasoned, would have retaliated very VERY slightly... weakling...

He reeled from the kick, and staggered into Trinity, almost knocking her over.
And if he'd read the mortal right, that gave him license to retaliate...almost properly...

He regained his footing, then decided to make her embarrassed.
RRIPP!!

He held a great strip of Ayase's dress in his hands, almost having torn it in half. If she made to attack him again, the dress would fall to the floor from the momentum, and he almost hoped for her sake she was wearing panties...

"Then perhaps you shouldn't listen in to private conversations..."

Martyris was too relieved he hadn't hurt her, too stunned at the sheer evil and audacity of the shadows in Ty, and too busy adapting to what he'd done to be angry... but once he realized how close Ayase was to being exposed, he would start to get very angry indeed...

He smirked, and met her charge, grabbing her arm that was holding her dress up with one hand.
"You try to hit me, and I'll let everyone see exactly what you're hiding under that dress..."

Oh... NO... HE IS NOT... DOING THIS... NOT... TO YOU... NOT TO YOU...
The anger was starting to emerge out of the stunned silence... fast...

He smirked cruelly while Trinity couldn't see, and leaned close to Ayase.
"I wonder... does that pathetic god in your head enjoy other people seeing you squirm like this? Maybe he wants me to see what's underneath that dress..." he whispered, and began to lean back, making it seem like she was pulling away from him, so when the dress started to fall, it would seem like her fault...

Inside Ayase, there was a curious struggle, going one way then the other as Martyris tried as hard as he could to calm himself down... but in the face of Ty's threat and pulling, the anger was rising despite his now desperate efforts to stop it...

He leaned back further, chuckling.
"What's the matter? Can't keep your privates private, eh..?"

Martyris had reached the stage where Ayase and her surroundings, the earth beneath her and even the air itself was glowing red, his anger rising with every second, and in a moment he would have surpassed even the anger he had felt when she had been dying before him... because dying was quick, but humiliation was a slow torture...