Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak Nak.

[Darth Vader]

Jon only stood idle as the chaos ensued around him, his jaw dropping ever so slightly. He just couldn't comprehend it. One minute his little group were being offered a ride by some walking compilement of scraps and metals, and the next thing... well, this. Time move along in a quick and confusing manner in this strange realm, Jon noted in his mind. But now wasn't exactly to mull over all that...

Jon watched as the android drew it's weapons, the machine it barricaded itself within groaning and creaking as it locked it's sights onto the purple-haired young man. The bastards jaw set itself on edge. Assisting Crona at this moment in time would be his death wish, he knew. Comparing the Golemancer's advanced, heavy arsenal to his own, Jon stood not a chance in any of the Seven Hells. Something compelled him to step forth, to say something, do something. To act...

Jon took another long glance at Crona, studying him carefully. Yes... he could see it.... Bran...

Jon Snow bit down hard on his tongue, as he trudged forward.

"Sivo..." he'd address the android, stepping out peerlessly in front of Crona, a gloved hand extending as to show Sivo his palm. "Don't..." he'd warn the Golemancer, a rough harshness edging in his tones. He stood defensively before the boy, a hand gripped firmly around the hilt of his Valyrian Sword. A crowd began to form around them, murmuring amongst themselves. They must feel the tension, too... the bastard thought, drawing a deep breath inward.