The old teachings were part of scripture now to Humphrey.
He chanted in the quiet tongue of the Akashiman warders.
For the gathered, it would largely sound like a completely alien dialect.
Humphrey preferred it that way. His eyes were narrowed as the energy from the fell totem, the statue he had destroyed, swirled in the air alongside Humphrey's own chi. Humphrey was in a state of complete and utter battle meditation. His body glowed with the energy that would exorcise the fell energies that swirled from the smoldering, singed earth where the statue once was. Glowing arcane residue swirled through the air like dying ember. Humphrey stopped chanting at that point once the deed was done.
Eyes were upon the kitsune warder at that point.
There were glowing symbols, Shinto Onmyoudo symbols flaring on the ground. The deed was done. Humphrey readied his sword-arm and prepared to cut down the foul cultists. He would leave Drune's capture to his companion, the minions mattered not. A few moments later, Humphrey cut down several more individuals. A few ran, they would be caught later. At that point, only three remained that were followers of Drune. Humphrey could still sense the magical taint of the fell statue's power. Further, the weapon that Drune wielded caught his eye...it too had a fell taint. Humphrey only guessed that they were dark art worshipers, or far worse.
Humphrey closed his eyes at that point, focusing on the task at hand. He'd bought Jethro the needed time to defeat their enemy. And so, Humphrey began his elegant sword-dance on the few remaining cultists.
Their fate was already sealed.