"Same with you two." looking at Joshua and Lilith with a unusual tenderness, "If this place were to get overwhelmed by a horde, don't wait for us. Run away."

	Mikhael tried not to frown as he hoisted the spear from the holster across his back into his hand, feeling the uneven weight twist the shaft in his hand awkwardly as he tried to find a balance point. It felt unwieldy and he is not expert at the use of such a weapon, but he didn't doubt his training. All squires at the very least undergo formal training in simple arms. He brought it along for Henry, since the lad didn't really know much else, but he might as well make use of it in the meantime. He would be slowed down, but he would at least have more room for mistake while fighting at a distance from enemies. Since the time he was burned by the flames of his relentless arcana and sustained by Maya's magic, his body has not acted quite the same way as it did before. It hasn't happened past Kale, but his muscles could falter at any moment nonetheless. 

	"No, no, I'm much too old to be toted and carried around like a baby." he chuckled grimly, resting the spear on his shoulder, "Well, I'm as ready as I can ever be." 

	The black-haired knight stepped up to the edge of the woods, his metal boots depressing into a pile of fallen leaves. His dark red eyes glared into the darkness, staring at the mangled outline for a long time, the young man taking the moment to settle his nerves before finally stepping forth. While he elbowed through the light underbrush, Mikhael made sure to pay extra attention to anything strange, his head pivoting side to side with a vigilance. 

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