The cold glance of Atzar was responded to with a simple stare back, as if they were entirely unfazed by the glare. Ezra had made a promise to make sure no harm would come to the witch unless self-defense was a necessity, and it was a promise they intended to keep. There was no need for people to die unless absolutely necessary. The Church would definitely not let such an attack against them go unpunished, and would likely send agents after them in retaliation. The Homunculi had no intention of constantly having to watch their back for the rest of their life. With their knife back in its sheath, they followed behind Murov and at the side of the 'rebellious' mage.
Glancing between the mage hunter, the forest path that he was leading them on, and Atzar, the Homunculi couldn't help but wonder how they had been pulled into this strange turn of events. The only thing they had come out to do was figure out how to begin their fire spellwork and now they were a fugitive from the Church of the Sway or whatever these insane zealots were calling themselves. This was not the plan, and having to rapidly adapt to these sudden events left a sour taste in their mouth. Atzar suddenly released a ball of ice into the treeline, a loud crack of ice on wood echoing out. Murov jumped in surprise, then began cursing at the pain in his jaw. Apparently, the noise had him shift his jaw and caused him a good amount of injury. The ice spell Ezra had seen earlier, but when Atzar conjured flame, the Homunculi's eyes went wide.
"You can use flame magic!?" Ezra exclaimed almost incredulously, the gold runes embedded in the Homunculi's purple irises glowing once again. They could feel the fiery spell resting in their mind, the complex yet simple element imbuing them with a sense of passion and warmth, and they kept their gaze focused on the mage. "Can you teach me the ways of wielding fire magic? One of the reasons I journeyed out here to understand the science behind controlling flame magicks but unfortunately was unaware of the negative connotations of spellcasting in Salvar." They shot a look towards Murov, who was sneering at the two at the mention of magic. He quickly turned back, when Ezra started reaching for their hammer. The mage hunter let out a grunt and turned away, clearly dissuaded against arguing the point further.
"In return, I shall assist you in some form of endeavor to make us even in the trade."
