Sylas watched as this happened, his hands having been in his pockets from the very start. All things considered, he was wearing clothing that was far more casual than his usual. It was the sort of semi-formal wear he had liked for a Friday on campus where he might have only had a class or two.
Blue jeans that were on the darker side, a white collared polo tucked into his pants, with a brown belt tightened around it. And then a pair of tan loafers.
The only thing he was missing was a simple watch. But unfortunately, that didn't come with Alex's tailoring skills. He would have to look into crafting some himself with the Omnimous, or maybe he should just buy some himself. The problem was always figuring out whether they could withstand the torture of his battles first.
But all things considered, Sylas' reactions were about as casual as his clothing.
He tapped a foot and vanished into a series of afterimages, a golden palm landing where he had just been.
BOOM.
