[center][color=6ecff6][h2]Crispin Clean[/h2][/color]
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A small smile that looked uncomfortable on Clean's face could be glimpsed for a moment. He might not like the Princess, but he can at least respect her and the answer Ires gave spurred the feeling in Clean. Nodding Clean accepted their leader and was about to find something to eat when he thought he heard something...

Avian screeches pierced his ears, and the flapping of wings causes a strong breeze to gust past Clean making it quite the shame he lacked a cloak or mantle to flap dramatically behind him. The group scrambled to battle positions whereas Clean was almost obnoxiously casual about the situation. Straightening his clothes, the crimson tie unfurled and took on the sheen of a polished blade, golden basket hilt blooming around his hand with a delicate pattern. Catching the light, Clean could see his reflection stained red in the blade.

[color=6ecff6]"Swords don't really work well on giant monster birds. At least until they get closer."[/color] concurring with Gradon on the particular choice of Vessel, Clean angled the blade to see the Roc's approaching and the reflected light glaring into a diving Roc's eyes as he quickly sidestepped and took a passing swipe with his blade at the creature. The complaints against the Princess' plan grated on Clean's ears however, even as he silently admitted the validity of the suggestions.

[color=6ecff6]"Regina. I respect your opinion, but Ires has been elected leader with Gradon as the vice captain. We're mere cadets so all we can do is try our all to make certain that our leader's plan succeeds. Next time we elect someone, I'll vote for you if you wish to lead, but we need to be unified at this moment and make a clean getaway from this mess. I'm of limited use since Farris volunteered to be the bait, admittedly given her agility she's more likely to survive such a role."[/color] Moving into the cover of a building, or at least what was one, Clean's lighter blade was raised up alongside his cheek, point aimed at where Leblanc was to be the bait and preparing to dash out at a moments notice. His immediate goal being to shred one of the Roc's wings so that even if it does escape the bindings mentioned in Ires' plan it can't escape. Good plans have back ups. Good soldiers make a leader's plan succeed. Clip its wings. Ground it. Kill it. Maybe have a nice roast Roc for a meal. A stew? That might take longer, but could make less of a mess.