He was all for keeping on the move, but...Jericho's eyes dropped and lingered on the strewn bodies, his stomach turning once again at the sight. Awful. How anyone could ever be so calm in such a circumstance...

He didn't even need to bother checking, though he did crouch to place two fingers on the still and silent throat of one. The others were too far mangled or gone. He rose, regarding Hazama once more, still frowning. Effects?

Ah. That's right. His voice...He'd been that strained voice. It seemed to surprise him, eyebrows lifting for a moment. If he was struggling so, then how, all this mess...?

No time. He heard distant chaos and shook out of the thought, giving Hazama the gesture to follow along. Toward places further within the Hold...perhaps further away from the chance this man would do more harm.