[ Not being on the business end of a large blade emboldens Bricks almost immediately, standing up straighter. He even dares to quickly scribble in that notebook of his— personal property, red-headed male resident, impeccable upper extremity strength, southern Higashiyama. Duly noted. He flips to a previous page and a small sheet of paper unfurls accordion style with a list of locations and times. Bricks points to it, seemingly suddenly offended. ]

Okay, for one, this is the act of testing on behalf of the NRL. You can't expect these logistical errors to be sorted out without the appropriate data collection first and consequent time spent correctly identifying any consistent fallacies with which will be remedied and improved upon further study.

[ BREATHE. He neatly folds the journal up and tucks it into his coat pocket, then resumes. The air of offense, bafflingly, seems to continue. Like, how dare this fellow do something so cool in front of him and not explain?! ]

Two y-you don't just sparkle a bloody sword away into thin air like that. How did you do that?!