Time for one last effort before this devolved into something truly regretable. Pursing his lips, Ajna let out a deafening whistle, hoping to draw the attention of Ishtar, Charco, any one in the gang standing some twenty feet away. Perhaps one of them could restrain the girl. He didn't dare remove his eyes from her though.
But being a realist, Ajna still fell into one of the Genbudo stances. This one had his feet squared with his shoulders, his knees bent. His toes pointed slightly inward, creating a triangle. One hand was held closer to his chest, the other further out, almost at shoulder level, both palms facing inwards and fingertips pointed straight towards Erosa.
Ajna stood his ground, unwavering, very glad that he hadn't wasted his energy earlier using anything flashy. He spoke one last time, wishing to avoid the confrontation.
"We may need him if the people out there aren't just tired from being drained of their ki. If they're locked in some fugue state, it'll be much faster if we can beat the information out of this guy later. We can't do that if you paint the room with him. So step the Hell back."