Class Zero's Legacy

“Thinking about it...tomorrow is a day where you give someone special a present isn’t it...”

“S-Sice! I don’t think smashing these at my door was such a smart idea....Now they’re all broken...” She scooped up said cookies, inspecting to see just how many had broken into pieces.

Lips parted for but a moment, words threatening to tumble forward, yet nothing but silence was to follow. She was right, however, there really was going to be no give here unless someone stepped back. Metaphorically speaking anyway, and yet he would do just that. Why? Simply because the mere act of placing some distance between them seemed to ground him, allowing him to once more regain control over himself. “Ah, yes. perhaps that is the best course of action,” 

Sir, while nice for a little while, would admittedly get annoying. A small amused smile ghosted his lips. Why was it there were so many who did not follow that which could be considered custom? “Typically, one would usually give their name before asking of another,” he responded.

“O-oh!” She was so caught up that she had forgotten her manners... how rude of her. She gave him a light bow before clearing her throat.

   The torrents of water knocked the beast backward, staggering its momentum as it would inevitably shake the strike off, drying its soaked fur before beginning its charge once more. From behind them, the seraph could hear the man coming to his senses, groaning as he woke, seemingly unaware of the danger that lie only a few meters away——a fact concerning in its own way. Violet gaze shifts forward once again, outstretching his arm toward the hellion once more with another arte in preparation, its circle glowing almost white at his feet.

   “Blades of ice…!” As the large pillars of ice erupted from the ground, however, holy rain descended from the sky, drowning the entire area in blinding white and, with his concentration broken, the arte stopped short, leaving the frozen crystals to fracture and shatter. He’d move his arm away from his eyes only to find the form of the boar gone completely, leaving the frail form of a pig lying on the ground between them.

   … I guess this is all we can do without the power of purification. Still…

   “Hey,” Lowering his stave, he addresses the girl across the way, attention flickering back to find the man from before had seemingly already left (probably in fright of them attacking something invisible to most). “Back then, you heard me, right?”

She watched as her magic made contact with the beast yet yielded no results. Just what was she up against? And how was this stranger able to pierce it?

She hardly had time to grasp her thoughts before having to turn her attention to the gentleman she had healed. If she didn’t move fast, the boar would charge right into him!

A few moments passed and she was pushing him --and herself-- out of the way of the beast’s charge, the edge of her mantle caught and ripped underneath its hoof.

“Ah!” The force had caused her to fall down on the ground, the gentleman landing not far from her and getting up to run away from the scene.

Her attention once more focused on the enemy as it was pierced by pillars of ice.

Incredible! She was left in awe as the stranger who had warned her called out to her.

“Could I...hear you?” What an odd question to ask.

Again he shook his head, her own apology unwarranted. There really was nothing to apologise for, at least in his opinion – well, other than the disregard for her own safety. Something he shared, to an extent. After all, he too had done so on many an occasion in order to protect his closest friend.  “It was I that was in the wrong, Miss,” He paused, bowing his head, “After all, it was I that wasn’t paying the correct amount of attention in the first place,”

Lifting his head once more, Lasswell met her gaze. He could see the confusion that bubbled just below the surface, an emotion that he himself had placed there. An emotion that she need not feel. 

“My anger was misplaced, the apology is mine and mine alone,”

She was slightly taken aback at how much he insisted that it was his fault alone, when she knew at least a small percentage was on her. Instead of playing the game of ‘oh no, I’m more sorry’, she instead clasped her hands behind her back and smiled at him.

“Hmmmm...How about we call it even then? It seems like neither of us is willing to back down on being in the wrong, after all!” A short laugh.

“Would it be okay for me to ask your name, sir?” She paused.

   Injured civilians only made instances like this more complicated. The voice resounded in his ear, attention whipping around from the hellion a few yards ahead to the girl approaching the scene, just near a collapsed man that had been propped against a nearby boulder. A loud grunt echoed as the demonic boar dug its hooves repeatedly into the ground, ready to charge right at them——

   “——Watch out; it’s not safe here!” Yelling a warning, forgetting in that moment she might not actually hear him, he turns and, shifting before the pair, raises his stave at the boar’s head, calling forth the element at his command… “Come forth, beast of water… Aqua Serpent!”

She knelt down in front of the collapsed man, magic beginning to course through her fingertips towards him. Healing magic always felt warm and not only did it help those who needed it, it made her feel better knowing she was doing something useful.

Moments later, her thoughts were pulled away from her patient at the sound of someone shouting for her to look out. Of course, by that point the boar was already headed right for them. 

She stopped casting her spell and instead conjured her twin daggers to her hands.

“I’ve still got...time!” If the stranger had called out to her any later, it may have been a different story, but with the time given to her she began casting, a symbol appearing on the ground in front of her.

“--Oh!” Rem stopped in her tracks.

Are they hurt? 

She made her way over to the subject of her attention, a potion from her pouch now in her hand.