Madman

Sigil burst up. He was slow to react, still preparing for interference from outside forces. He didn't think that the first blow would come from internal conflict.

The Vermouth Clan was on their side. They should understand how important his was. Aeryn attacking Theron like this and heavily injuring him was like forcing them to admit their loss before things could even kick off.

Sigil caught Theron's flying form, trying to dissipate some of the damage. But there wasn't much he could do about pure raw power outside of cushioning and slowing the deceleration. Plus, Aeryn's cultivation was far beyond his own as well.

Aeryn was supposed to be there to deal with the bullies that Sigil couldn't, not be one of them himself.

"Aeryn!" Sigil roared, his anger getting the best of him for a moment.

While Sigil seemed quite happy and cheerful most often, he was under as much pressure as anyone. He couldn't afford for things to go wrong either.