It was an ironclad rule with Jasim not to criticize other angels in front of non-angels, be they human or djinn, even when the other angels were Nazarenes. So what he thought about the bumbling, smirking incompetence of T remained locked inside him, to his own frustration. The sight of the little twerp, double spirited, apparently locked in some kind of angel-kitsune body, telling Jasim that he had actually, against all tradition, raised humans to angelic status but still couldn't take on the kitsune, would not soon leave the angel of the jihad's mind.
But the kitsune were the real enemy, and Jasim turned his thoughts to them. He heard one of the djinn patrols returning.
"In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful we have returned, O Jasim." began abu Haj, the leader of the djinn patrol "and we have brought prisoners!"
"Prisoners! Did I not command that you not enter the kitsune stronghold?"
"And we did not! These emerged from the stronghold in the likeness of humans--as if a mere illusion could fool the djinn!"
Jasim knew that the djinn were past masters of illusion, and able to easily pierce veils that would baffle humans, and even angels if they took insufficient care. "Where did you take the prisoners into custody, O Djinn? In sight of the kitsune fortress?" Jasim knew that no sane djinn would lie to him.
"Well out of it, Amir Jasim! The kitsune watching from the walls could not have seen us, foolish foxes!"
"Then bring me the prisoners!"
A family of what seemed to be humans was brought before Jasim, but the djinn quickly dispelled the illusion to reveal anthro vixens and wolves. Their faces were frozen with hate and fear. Jasim reached for the Qu'ran that was never far from him and held it to each of their foreheads, chanting "In the Name of Allah, who brings forth that which is hidden." As he did so, their faces turned to looks of puzzlement and eventual horror at the nature of their bodies. "Peace be unto you" pronounced Jasim. "You will be returned to your true forms." They looked at him with gratitude and hope. "But while we are preparing the magic, we need you to tell us of what the kitsune prince has planned."
Jasim gritted his teeth. It could not be said, after the Nazarene's next inevitable failure, that Jasim had withheld aid from him. He prepared to mentally invite T and his spirit double to participate in the interrogation of the prisoners, now no longer prisoners to Jasim, but still to their own hideous bodies.