Zen ordered, "Calm down."
"Don't tell me what to do!"
Seeing the last of his men die had the Swan King snapped and lost his marbles.
Frankly Zen didn't want to deal with a crazed Zavier.
It was better he returned to the warehouse if he could not get his shit together than drag them both down if he had lost his reason.
Zen had no qualms about knocking some sense into the Swan King who did not see his fist coming until it was too late.
When the meaty fist connected with a tender face it felt like a nose was broken and blood smattered everywhere.
That's fine the Swan King had amazing regenerative healing so Zen didn't feel too much guilt.
A fight between them broke out immediately and a beating, a lesson being taught began in earnest.
Zavier kind of expected it, he had been pushing Zen's generosity and patience to the limits but if they didn't wrap this up soon they would lose sight of the wendigos.
