*The Chroma tilts his head, a little confused after hearing all that.* "So your clan would want me to be punished for this, or did I interpret that falsely? You and her were the initiators of this combat, and you mentioned of no rules. So we did not follow any, except [i]the Mantle that Kol has adorned upon my shoulders."[/i] *The Chroma's stature changes, standing tall with his blade down to one side. The strange sentient whispers still echo from his pelt, and the 'limbs' he has waiting above.*