'Mikoto,' the perky youth in orange had very clearly called her, and again Azama wonders. For now, he bides his time. Should he be going out of his way to protect her...? Hinoka would probably want that.
But Lady Hinoka is not here.
"My stave is in poor condition and I don't have much left in me where Fodlan's magics are concerned... Let us be cautious," he advises, his tone airy despite the intended pragmatism in his words. They're safe for now, as they linger behind cover licking their wounds, but... such safety is relative, and sure to be short-lived.
This Fogado fellow is kind of funny. Azama likes him, he thinks - for now, anyway.
"That sounds nice - she should get to hone her craft amongst peers. Although... you've yet to convince me you'd be much of a good influence on her."
The monk grins. Whether or not he's joking is anyone's guess.
Anyway, this is all fun and games, right? Until someone gets hurt, that is. Then it's hilarious. ... Ah, is that not the saying?
Anyway, that siege blast had hurt to the point Azama wondered if he was soon to see the heavens. It burned, tore, bruised, and burned some more. The monk ducks behind a half ruined pillar, hand coming away from his shoulder red. Thick brows furrow. Don't like that!
ENEMY PHASE 7
Enemy Unit 6 sieges ( 0/2 charges left ) Unit 14! -0.5HP!
Azama 2.5/4HP, Mikoto 2.5/4HP, Fogado 2.5/4HP, Ferdinand 2.5/4HP
The towering thing responsible for this pain lumbers in their general direction, but the monk doubts if it's because it's seen them. The blasted thing merely looks to be launching attacks in any which direction, the dastard.
But as Fogado had pointed out... perhaps it was finished now with its wanton destruction and panic-raising.
"I think dealing with the thing itself will suck regardless," he grumbles, scowling at the path ahead.