[center][b][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b]
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No matter who it was, if someone had a plan that seemed good, he or she would find Abel happy to listen and follow along.  When Krysanthe offered a brief set of instructions, the guardian nodded his head readily.  At the moment, he couldn't delve into exactly why he felt this way, but the phrase [i]at last[/i] ran through his head.  Lowering his Ampere into position, he prepared to charge forward and thrust the blade into the bloody monster's bloated belly.

Buoyed up by her semblance and propelled by boosts of water, Krysanthe dodged around to the side.  Obligingly, the Redcap followed the yellow threat with its pointed proboscis.  As she moved in and out of range, it kept its enlarged arms up to guard, and instinctively swiped at her with nasty claws when it seemed that she'd come too close.  However, the Grimm wasn't completely brainless.  Even as its attention locked onto Krysanthe, captured by her incessant taunts, it kept a bead on Abel.  Instead of just letting the pair of students surround it, the beast moved sideways and back in an attempt to keep both in its vision at the same time—if it could be said to have vision.  Atop its slender head, the translucent, fire-red orb sat like the crystal atop a storybook mage's scepter, aglow with baleful luster.

Abel did not deign to wait for the perfect opportunity, and seized the chance to contribute.  He advanced with his weapon extended to move its blade into the danger zone.  The Redcap, on the defensive and acknowledging its lack of force or speed, simply batted away the polarm rather than devoting more limbs to a full block.  Abel kept the Ampere close, moving it slowly closer again and again, so that over the course of a few moments, the Grimm ceased to register the weapon as a threat.  At least, he hoped that would be the case, but the Redcap thought otherwise.  Somehow sensing that it was being boxed in to a potentially lethal scheme, it attacked the less imposing of the two humans.  After raising its large arms over its head, it hopped forward to crush Krysanthe, and at the same time whipped its tail at Abel.

Instead of blocking or dodging away, the guardian made a resolution.  He allowed the tail to strike his side, wincing as he felt the damage to his aura, then quickly wrapped his arm around it.  No doubt, the monster didn't expect that!  The next moment, he followed up with a thrust to the back of its right thigh.  He couldn't quite see Krysanthe thanks to the Redcap's capelike wing in the way, but he trusted completely that she'd avoided the easily telegraphed blow.  He refocused his attention to the Redcap which, having registered the sudden wound in its leg from behind, lifted a leg to deliver to him a brutal kick.  Instead, Abel stepped to the side, tugging hard on the tail as he did, and the Grimm was forced to alter the kick's path into the ground to avoid losing its balance.  Next, it began to beat its wings to rise into the air, generating a battering gust of wind as it did, before slashing at Abel with its claws.  Krysanthe, for the moment, had been forgotten.  Abel smirked as he deflected the swipe with his Ampere and yanked on the tail again.  Things hadn't gone quite to plan, but surely Krysanthe would understand the role reversal.  Now the guardian was the distraction, and it would be up to the girl in yellow to burst the distracted beast's bloody bubble.