[center][h1]Convel McConnor[/h1][/center]

Convel watched with approval as the Frenchwoman and the Necromancer both made their respective attacks, unphased by the army of the dead that had dug itself up from beneath the Earth. In fact, he had the odd hankering to try and take a bite out of the skeletal samurai that had just walked past him, though the heat of battle was able to distract him enough to keep the Wolf Fang from committing such strange urges.

Upon hearing the short Sorcerer behind him shout out something along the lines of, "Foolish mortals, bare witness to the great and magnificent powers of Sen! The clown witch who has no qualms against zapping all of her comrades with a terrifying lightning bolt! Including the ever lovable and oversized puppy that just saved my life with his large shield," Convel turned his head to the girl's direction to see how badly his fur was about to be singed.

"Now is not the time to be stripping!" he shouted toward her as she lifted up her skirt, only noticing afterward that her skirt was made of tomes and books and not fabric or cloth. Watching as a surge of electricity burst from her fingertips and struck the oni in front of them both, Convel realized that he had possibly misheard her evil villain monologue just slightly. It didn't matter though. She had taken some of the heat off of him and had now given the Guardian a chance to change from a defensive stance to an offensive one.

Raising his sword above his head, the Wolf Fang growled out the word, "Cross Slash!" before swinging the weapon downward in a diagonal motion, not once but twice. With Sen's lightning and his sword, the two had slain their first enemy with the cliche yet effective power of teamwork. Now just an entire army to go.