Thrice almost growled, his pitch black eyes flaring with a red glow from within the sockets as he looks up at Aira and Swift, holding two Senbon per hand in a fraction of second. Though not raised to throw or to threaten, the intent is clear.
"Respectfully fellows, I'd ask that you not mock this man. I have my reasons, and perhaps I shall share them one day, but today is not that day," Turning his head to the man he gives him a cold stare as the red behind his eye darkens, then disappears, "If you are truly a student of Kopis, then I am sorry to hear of his passing and your loss."
That said and done, Thrice leaps up into the trees, using brachiation to travel.