K'yohko had not been expecting K'ile to lash out like he did, but then again he was not sure what he was expecting. The fist collided with his head painfully and he staggered to the side, pressing a hand to his temple. He could feel other head wounds reopening, but his anger far surpassed any pain. He could not pay attention to the pain, only to his anger. His head snapped back up to look fiercely past K'ile at K'piru. K'ile could not protect her from his wrath. No matter what violence he resorted to, K'ile could not protect her.
"The only coward here is K'piru!" K'yohko shot back angrily, emotion for once fully possessing him. "I saved no one, but neither did you K'ile! You watched them die! Then you ran back to find comfort in your dead brother's mate! K'piru is just as much of a coward as both of us! She watched the rest of her family die, not caring for anyone but herself and her own pain!" K'yohko sharply moved to step past K'ile so he might speak directly to K'piru. He did not care for the flame-haired Tia. He did not care for K'piru's pain. He cared that she had let the rest of her own family die because she was selfish.
"Thalen and your daughters are not your only family Piru! What about my mother? What about your nephew? What about the others? Or don't they matter? It's only Thalen and your damned daughters that matter? Kin-killer! Murderer! You murdered them! You let them die! You let your own family die because all that's ever mattered to you were your stupid daughters and Thalen!" K'yohko yelled at K'piru, the anger and rage in his voice twisting it to something that did not sound like himself. "Murderer! You're a murderer and a coward! The tribe has no use for kin-killers! If Thalen and your daughters are the only thing that ever matter, go join them in death!" The words were spit with such ferocity and hatred that K'yohko almost seemed possessed with them.