Tandy was art in motion, a lioness rampant, alis volat propiis. And Tyrone was her dark shadow, following in her wake, the other side of the coin. As the men fell, he stretched his senses outward, searching for others...but all was distant chaos. The reverbations of pulsating life telling him that danger had passed, and that others battled also.
"We are safe enough for now...you were in a word, magnificent." Cloak told her as he withdrew most of his cloak back into himself, and taking on more of a cowled human shape. Though he still towered above her.