[color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color] Isla rubbed the side of the dagger harder and harder as Lance spoke. She was so confused and conflicted. Was a magic user apologizing to her? And earlier promised no one would harm her with him around? And was promising to not hurt any humans? Though her face was shaded, she looked almost close to angry tears, as if she had a migraine. The back and forth inside her head made the last of Lance's words just all the more jumbled in her ears. Was he saying he used to destroy villages? Or that he was going to kill people that did so? Or both? [color=#00fa9a]"I don't want to do this,"[/color] Isla choked, turning her body. One hand grabbed Lance's arm, and the other moved to stab him. The aim was haphazard and her speed slow as her heart and mind fought, affecting her ability to genuinely harm her companion. [h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3] The connection of blade against Lance would feel not at all as intended. Observing Isla's demeanor, along with feeling the grip on his arm, Lance was able to predict the actions unfolding. Instinctually, the handle of his bastardsword magically parted from the blade. Lance's magi-talent kicked in allowing said chunk of metal to group where Isla attempted to stab. The fragment of metal also panned out into a pancake type shape, to block more area, in case Lance's calculations were not one hundred percent accurate. Instead of blade against flesh, Isla would feel metal against metal. Upon contact the metal even pooled around and ensnared the blade, aiming to stop further action. Natural response kicked in more than Lance planned. Each rod or needle of metal now levatitated above his person. Prepared to defend if any more unexpected events unfolded. "[color=00FFFF]Of course you don't, it's only instinct driving your current actions.[/color]" Lance was holding onto the arm which Isla had on his own. The metal needles above didn't budge an inch. Merely floated within range in case needed. "[color=00FFFF]Which is why you should stand down. I don't want to fight you, most definitely don't wish to harm you either. Just like deep down you don't wish to fight, nor harm, me either.[/color]" Hopefully Part of what Lance said didn't sound alike a threat. Since it was far from it. The metal which caught the dagger simply held it in place. Waiting for if Isla would continue before trying to push it away or disarm her. Despite current scenario. Lance felt trying to disarm Isla wouldn't go well, only end up invoking more feelings of being threatened. [color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color] Isla's closed eyes squinted open when a clink was the noise made by her blade hitting Lance. A slight reverberation went through her arm, as if she had stabbed a sheet of metal. She tried to yank the knife back, but it was stuck. Letting out a frustrated grunt through her nose, Isla gave up and took a step back, assuming he must have been wearing armor he could manipulate somehow. She didn't go more than a couple inches back though, as the magic user held onto her arm, while her grip on his loosened completely and her hand simply rested there. Her hollow eyes looked up to where she guessed his eyes to be, fairly accurately since she was more aware of his height now. A tear fell out of each eye as he spoke to her, and she realized how much she didn't like herself like this. What would her parents think? Their only living child wasn't avenging them at all. Just spreading the pain that had been laid on her shoulders 7 long years ago. And Isla was embarrassed. The magic user was a much better person than she was. [color=#00fa9a]"Can I have my knife back?"[/color] she asked pitifully, pausing before adding in a whisper, [color=#00fa9a]"I'll leave you when we get to Moonbright. Then you won't have to worry about me."[/color] Her right hand scratched the scar tissue on her left shoulder, the wet line on her cheeks from tears that had stopped now. [h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3] Simultaneously Isla's dagger and arm were released by Lance. The floating defense measure once known as the Bastard-sword's handle, returned to being such. The metal rods or needles above, however, combined into a staff or walking stick and floated into Lance's grip. Now Lance would use the staff as he walked. "[color=00FFFF]Honestly, I forgive you for your reaction. Several years ago, if i were in your position and situation, I probably would of done similar things.[/color]" A sigh of sorrow released from Lance. Traveling alone was so boring by his perception. "[color=00FFFF]If wish, I won't blame you for parting ways. Though only want you to understand. Your more than welcome to accompany me as long as you wish.[/color]" On that note he'd continue walking, though would hesitate if she didn't follow suit. Or simply wait for her if she didn't move immediately, or became stuck in thought for a moment. [color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color] Isla let her arm fall and heard the thud that must have been her dagger hitting the ground. She remained silent as Lance forgave her, hearing him beginning to walk. She wiped her cheeks a bit with a sniff before bending down and running her fingers through the dirt til they hit the dagger. She put it away and stood straight again, turning and following Lance. [color=#00fa9a]"How old are you exactly?" [/color] she questioned as she caught up. Considering his words of 'several years ago', Isla assumed at least a few older than her. [color=#00fa9a] "And what is your ability? Moving metal? Or do you just have special armor?" [/color]she also asked, voice a bit quiet.