[i]Huh. I I guess I was really drunk then,[/i] Elise thought when she finally had the mystery solved. [i]Maybe I'll let off on the grape rockets until I can hold them a bit better.[/i] Elise didn't care about being called a jerk or not having a 'figure', but Izumi's hasty attitude did start to get irritating. It was like a screaming child constantly tugging on their parents clothes to demand what they want. And even after she got them to where they needed to go in record time, Izumi kept going with her tantrum. It's true that Rose's clothes were a bit tight on Elise, especially around areas that would draw male attention, but calling her weak was the last straw.

"Hey, I got us here like Razor wanted us to, and even though I don't expect a word of thanks from a brat like you you could at least shut the hell up for one second! Besides, I'm not going to wear this ugly rag any longer than I have to, so don't you call me weak again or I'll make you eat those words, you damn dwarf!" Elise was shaking her fist at Izumi when the Contractor appeared. It started talking nonsense about the meeting being changed and Elise, already in a bad mood, was not receptive:

"And you can go to hell with your suggestions, furball. Unless I get word from Razor or Arcane myself I ain't budging."
It turned out Elise was going to budge, as she then heard a girl scream, and sensed a Primordial. "Oh, here we go. This time I'm not gonna lose!" Taking the classic approach, Elise rushed inside the school, transformed into her magical form and carrying her two swords on each hand, searching for the Primordial.