Lazarus strain himself lifting his face out of his arms. "My soul... is..." He dropped his head again not saying anything. "S class. It means nothing. Its just a fancy title. You dont need a title to use magic to protect your friends." He chuckled a little, panting. "I guess my magic is a sham. Angels don't exist." He kept his head in his arms, hidden. "I couldn't take him down for you... I didn't have enough magical power left in me." He laughed a little whilst saying this. He brought his head up, grinning and beaming at her. "But I tried my best." He started laughing, taking her help to get up. He hadn't been physically damaged in either battle too much. It was a question of how much magical power he used up in his attacks. He sighed, his arm around Sasha. "I really do need a stiff drink now."