Alvios pulled his torn jacket and shirt up, looking down at his wound. The skin was red, but it looked like little more than a hard slap now. It likely wouldn't even leave a scar. How it had healed so quickly, he couldn't explain or understand, but it meant something, just as being able to ignore the minor technique that masked man had used on him meant something. It meant he could fight.

     [color=mediumpurple]"Joseph, Manfred, I can't explain, or even begin to understand what happened here today. I don't think I'm what either of you need to focus on right now. Go to the civilians who are left, console them, and help them rebuild before worrying about me."[/color] Alvios looked down to the ground, kneeling to pick up the metal sheath that used to hold his now-disintegrated blade. [color=mediumpurple]"The chaos that happened here today might not stop at this town, and after what I did to that girl, that man who brought it upon us may come back for me. It's best that I go."[/color]

     Alvios stood up, and tucked the sheath at his side. [color=mediumpurple]"First though, I'm going to need a new sword."[/color]