Devyyn let out a slow breath, finally bringing his maniac display to an end.
He trudged over to his helmet, hauled it out of the mud, and cleaned the filth against his thigh.
He walked right up to the five of them. They backed up half an inch with their shoulders locked tight and their fingers twitching near their weapon.
Devvyn forced a crooked grin, letting his hands drop helplessly at his sides.