Feine thought he'd rescued Lalisa, but she didn't even utter a single word of thanks. No - instead, she continues to quote some of Shakespeare's works, while looking him straight in the eye. It felt to Feine as it it were a move out of spite... yet, why? Feine had rescued her, and she did something like that? 

[i]'I saved her life, and this is how she repays me? This is blatant disrespect.'[/i] Feine thought to himself. [i]'Her words, the very words that Shakespeare weaved - she speaks them to spite me, no doubt. This is an insult to both I, as a writer, and Shakespeare himself, though...'[/i]

[i]'This is an interesting turn of events. I didn't expect this type of defiance from this lady, Lalisa. What an interesting trait, in that she doesn't even thank me - but instead chooses to do as she did! This is disrespect to me, yes, but I can tolerate this. I will tolerate it all for the sake of my writing. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to allow these people to push me around. Everybody has a place, and a majority are beneath me. In society, one shouldn't mock those above them. While I will tolerate it, I will make sure they know their place - and if they dare try to overtake me, then I will show them their place.'[/i]

But it was then... it was then that the interesting lady, Lalisa fainted due to an overuse of magic. Feine noticed this, and rolled his eyes. [color=39b54a]"Hmm. I would chalk this up to a time old error, that of overconfidence. Everyone has their flaws, even me. So, I will make sure this Lalisa survives. Dying here would simply be anti-climactic in this story we call life."[/color] Feine muttered to nobody in particular, as he noticed several wounded shadows begin to hightail their way out of the area.

Soon, silence followed. But, the battle was far from over. No... perhaps it had only just begun? Eventually, an enormous roar ripped through the area, as if it belonged to some great beast. Feine wondered what it could be... he was rather excited to see what awaited him. There was nothing quite like a good fight, though he knew he'd be more at home if he had his spear on him.

Eventually, the source of the roar appeared... it was an enormous Shadow, with a shape that resembled that of a bear. It wasn't what Feine expected, though he had a history regarding bears - in fiction, of course. Whether they lived in blue houses, made students kill each other, or helped students fight off otherworldly beings... bears seemed to have a place in fiction.

But Feine couldn't simply attack the beast without a word. This was clearly an important creature, a threat, a 'boss' as one would call a powerful being in the world of gaming. So, with his gaze fixed on the giant bear, Feine thought it fit to belittle it.

[color=39b54a]"Have you ever heard of the phrase 'All bark, no bite?' I have my suspicions that it applies to you! Allow me to direct you to your rightful place in the afterlife!"[/color] Feine exclaimed, proud of his words. He truly felt as if he were a hero from one of his works. [color=39b54a]"Nothing personal... kid, or bear."[/color]

However, something interesting appeared... it was another person who caught Feine's eye. A speedy blonde boy, who seemed to have the power to create weapons out of what seemed to be the light itself. The Academy seemed to be home to all sorts of interesting people, though even still... Feine had an issue with the blonde boy's actions. He was fighting off the enormous bear. He seemed like a fairly talented fighter.

[i]'No... this is not your kill, blonde boy. It will be I who ends this beast. That's simply how this should be...'[/i] Feine thought.

And with that, Feine rushed towards the enormous beast, no weapon in hand - though he felt as if he didn't need one. He had experience with his fists, though he would much rather prefer a spear.

He still had his wind magic, though it was weaker without his spear...