[b]Nathan[/b]

"You'd think you'd have learned by now..." A bored sounding voice said from above Sable. Nathan, as impeccably dressed as ever, used a lighter to light the end of his cigarette, taking a small drag before letting his breath out. "How many times does that make now?" He asked, glancing at the two still standing up. He crouched down beside Sable and spoke a little softer, a lazy trail of smoke wafting up from his left hand.

"Sometimes it's better to imagine you've won, than actually fighting you know. If you had managed to hit him, what do you think would have been next?" He stood up without waiting for an answer and brushed off his knees.

"I assume you three are on your way to see the Ceremony?" He asked, lifting his foot slightly at the same time. When he brought it down again next to Sable's arm, what felt like a hand on his shoulder lifted the Dragon Slayer off the ground, helping him get back on his feet.