As Jaakuna couldn’t help but take notice to the brilliant - albeit explosive as fuck - display of Belias’ magick overpowering(quite literally) the final Lola clone, he couldn’t help but let out a low whistle. Did he know how to pick the perfect esper or didn’t he? Sure, they are almost completely polar opposites in personality and almost every way that really counted, but if one thing could be said about the both of them, they sure liked to overdo it when it came to using their powers. So, go Team Jaakuna! You are on your way to winning another fight. [color=ed1c24][b]“Okay, so there was only one Lola to worry about. Not a big problem, right? It’s not like she’s super crazy or strong or anything.”[/b][/color] Jaakuna said sarcastically, obviously knowing that Lola was one crazy as all hell bitch that needed to be put down. As Jaakuna watched Emiri and Lola go at it, and Belias appearing beside him, Lorenzo would begin to speak about how if Jaakuna and Belias went at Lola to help Emiri, both of them would be dead. While it would eliminate the Lola problem, Emiri ending up six feet under with her mom wasn’t an ideal situation. And Jaakuna could just hear Emiri yelling at him for making her suffer for all an eternity with Justine. Yeah, that’s a reason on top of that fact that he wanted to spend a full life with that woman was among the reasons why he agreed with Lorenzo. [color=ed1c24][b]“Okay, so me going to help isn’t a good idea. What’s our alternative?”[/b][/color] Jaakuna asked. When Lorenzo would explain the plan, Jaakuna nodded, readying himself for Emiri to come hurling his way. Watching Lorenzo work the battlefield like a real warrior, Jaakuna couldn’t control his mouth as it would figuratively fall to the floor. It was truly like watching his grandfather. Jaakuna recalled when he was younger, growing up with Vincent and Savayna. He recalled the times that his Grandfather, Hamut, would demonstrate certain fighting techniques. It was always against his son, and Jaakuna and Vincent’s father, Simon. The way that Lorenzo moved was like how Hamut did. If Lorenzo was truly this powerful, Jaakuna now knew where Nadeline got her skills from. [color=crimson][b]“Are you watching this, Jaakuna?”[/b][/color] Belias asked. [color=ed1c24][b]“Kind of hard not to.”[/b][/color] Jaakuna said, eyes not pealing away from Lorenzo’s fighting. [color=crimson][b]“The way he moves, the way there is little to no wasted movement.”[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]“Yeah, I see it.”[/b][/color] [color=crimson][b]“He is truly a master at his craft. Yet..”[/b][/color] [color=ed1c24][b]“yet..”[/b][/color] As Jaakuna would wonder, he saw it. The upper-hand that Lorenzo had was lost. Almost in an instant, it was lost, and given to Lola. Jaakuan couldn’t quite catch it, but Belias obviously caught it. Jaakuna was going to do something about it, but just as he said he would do, Lorenzo had sent Emiri sent flying towards Jaakuna. Arms out, he caught her. Though, he did slide back about a foot and a half. She was a lot heavier than she probably would want anyone to know. Jaakuna wanted to say something about her weight, but better not poke the caged beast any more. Jaakuna held onto Emiri, feeling her to come through. All the while, Jaakuna saw Belias kneeling down on one knee, his Staff Spear holding him up. He heard loud panting. [color=ed1c24][b]“You all good, Belias?”[/b][/color] [color=crimson][b]“It seems my time is almost up.”[/b][/color] He said breathy. [color=ed1c24][b]“Oh shit man, forgot you have a time limit.”[/b][/color] Jaakuna sighed, [color=ed1c24][b]“yeah, go back. I’ll call you if this shit storm gets too bad.”[/b][/color] Belias chuckled as his body dissolved into red and orange Mist. The blonde Archadian prince would refocus his attentions on keeping Emiri from doing anything rash. Lorenzo said for to keep Emiri restrained, so he did. Even when her dagger would be in hand, waving at the empty air in front of her, Jaakuna held her tight. Even when that dagger would slice at his open arms, which would be no more than flesh wounds, he kept his arms tight around her. [color=ed1c24][b]“Emiri, you need to calm down!”[/b][/color] Jaakuna said to her, his voice carrying a sense of both urgency and worry for his love. [hr] As he went charging at Shion, his sword swigning down, and every bit of rage at her, Wesley wasn’t obviously thinking clearly, but his power would increase a bit as it was powered by his emotions. Still, regardless of that, it would be proven once again that Wesley had long ways to go. To think a simple protect spell was enough to parry one of what seemed like Wesley’s powerful abilities. The force of the Protect spell was enough to send Wesley skidding back about two and a half yards. Though his feet might have left the ground for about a foot of it, Wesley’s glance - that livid, rage-filled glance - never left the sight of the azure-haired female that was the object of such a glance. As Wesley was about to go after Shion one last time, he hadn’t been paying attention. It was only for a moment. It was a careless moment that would have caused him his life. Her attack obviously was aimed for him, but as Wesley’s eyes came upon what was in front of him, he saw long black locks, and the fight of a familiar gun held above. And there was blood on his face. It had splattered. Wesley looked, and saw it was Grant’s blood. His shoulder had been cut. [color=lightblue][b]“GRANT!”[/b][/color] Savayna shrieked, her eyes widening in terror. Grant had fell to the ground, blood starting to exit his shoulder wound. Whatever state he was in, it wasn’t good. Both Nadeline and Savayna rushed to his side, almost around the same time. Meanwhile, Wesley stared at Grant, his long black hair seemingly covering most of the blood that started to coat him in. As Wesley looked at Shion, her blade covered in Grant’s blood, his fists tightened around his sword. [color=fff79a][b]“I do not care if you are from Nabudis, or not. I don’t even care if you personally didn’t cause death and destruction upon Stigma. None of that matters to me,”[/b][/color] WEsley got up, his sword going back to the hilt, [color=fff79a][b]“what I do care about is that you did nothing to stop it from happening. And now you..”[/b][/color] Wesley’s eyes fell to Grant, seeing Nadeline and Savayna at his side. [color=fff79a][b]“I will not allow you to harm anymore of my friends.”[/b][/color] Wesley stepped forward, getting closer to Shion. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and as if his soul heard his call, a brown and golden sillouhette of Mist appeared behind him. It started to show its form more clearly. [color=a36209]“I understand, Wesley.”[/color] Hashmaal said, looking at Shion. [color=a36209][b]“You, Shion the Blue Rose, are strong, that much we Espers can say. You are experienced far beyond your years. If under different circumstances, I would say that The High Seraph - and The Queen of the Espers - would be best suited in your hands. However,”[/b][/color] Hashmaal looked at Nadeline, her kneeling to her Hume Uncle’s side. [color=a36209][b]“Nadeline Lenore Roselia, you were robbed of your destiny. The High Seraph, by all accounts, is rightfully yours.”[/b][/color] Hashmaal said pretty much what has been said from the beginning. [color=a36209][b]“And thus is the reason of my presence. Wesley’s desire willed it, and so it shall be.”[/b][/color] Hashamaal said. [color=lightblue][b]“Wesley…”[/b][/color] Savayna looked up at his backside. [color=fff79a][b]“Stay with Grant,”[/b][/color] Wesley said, but he turned around to Nadeline, knealing to her eye-level. [color=fff79a][b]“Leave this to me. I, along with Hashmaal, will handle Shion, and one way or another, Ultima will be with her rightful owner.”[/b][/color] Wesley promised Nadeline As he stood up, Wesley was beside Hashmaal. The two exchanged looks, and both leapt towards Shion. While Hashmaal sped forth first, his body spun, his large arms over his head, and he drilled into the ground. Wesley had his hand on his Yagyu Darkblade, and sliced downward vertically, magick of light being spun forth. As it would close in on Shion, Hashmaal would appear below Shion from the ground, his gauntlets aimed to deliver a strong blow from below.