Well, Cain had the decency to give Axel a proper mourning period, at least. As soon as he'd decided that it was enough, however, it was on to phase two: retaliation. Something in his blood hummed at the promise of chaos and blood shed, and the Commander stood on the brink overlooking their little kingdom with an easy, lopsided grin. He knew these streets well enough, and had already run through his plans for days. "Alright, everybody, time to play a fun game of Capture the Flag. Take whatever you can, burn the rest, and rescue some of those kiddos," he drawled, tossing a brief glance over his shoulder to his little gang of rebels.

They certainly weren't as refined as the royals, most of them having grown up on the outer fringes of society, but they were dirty fighters and more than capable of tearing shit apart. Cain had faith in them. Raising his voice as he turned back towards the city, he yelled, "Ohh, Freddie, I'm home! Did you miss me?" He grinned, and electricity crackled through the air in anticipation for the shitshow.

"Of course you can burn things," Cain remarked with that shark-like grin, his steady stare sliding over the gathering Griffingaters with sharp, analytical flickers. He knew damned well how they operated, how they fought -- he hadn't wasted his time as a boy, training with their soldiers, and beyond that? He'd fought these assholes for long enough during the rebellion. Cain knew their tactics like the back of his hand, and his mouth ticked upwards in amusement as he felt Thomas settling into position. It would interesting to see his little prince fight against the royal bastards, and he drawled, "Nothing is off limits to you, Tommy boy."

Ah -- there was what he was waiting for. Freddie's ego was too big to simply ignore them, even if the man was unlikely to actually participate in the bulk of the fighting himself. Kings may be cowardly, but their pride was always something that Cain could count on. "Hey, Freddie," he said, voice smooth and even as he smiled lopsidedly, though there was a cold edge to it as he continued, "Nice of you to show your face. Get bored of letting your lackeys die on the front lines for you?"

His sea-green stare slid over the royal who appeared moments later, a brief analysis, before it was back on the Crown. The lightning crackled excitedly in the air around him as he grinned, his pulse beating stronger, and said, "Oh, come now. Don't you think enslaving your own people might make you more a traitor than me?" He waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing off the question, and added, "Never the less, we're not really here to chit-chat with you, anyway." Cain jerked his head with another grin, giving his people the go ahead with relish.

Oh, yeah. He could go for some chaotic energy just then. He raised both arms in a welcoming gesture to Frederick, that coy smile still in place. Even as the Blackfallen fell forward to wreck havoc, it seemed clear Cain was waiting for the King.