Tannusen jerked away reflexively at the punch, which... didn't connect anyway. He snarled again as the puddle hurried away, but didn't even try to give any kind of chase. The tiger had fought alongside someone with a very similar power, after all. He knew a clean escape when he saw one.

So, he unclasped his hands from behind his back, and stepped back off the stage before striding to the bar for a towel. The cold water hadn't exactly snapped him out of his simmering anger.

Fucking fish.