[center][color=6ecff6]Pagonia Calore[/color][/center]

Pagonia still stood in the same spot as he watched the landscape. The commotion in other places on the ship kept the young swordsman from engaging his environment. There was too much at stake currently to get involved with suspicious people. A kind nature made Pagonia feel a bit guilty for staying to himself. It seemed as though people were crowding around someone that brought attention to themselves. A chill rolled up his spine as the commotion grew louder and intensity. Whatever was happening was not of his concern and he needed to maintain that thought pattern. Unfortunately that peace of mind would be interrupted by a very rude young man. 

“There’s only one person who would dare brandish that sword," Pagonia was frozen in place the moment he heard those words. There were not many who paid attention to it often or could accurately detail the sword to spot him so quickly. The fear of being caught loomed within his mind. Pagonia turned around slowly but cautiously. A faint, golden light resonated from the a fist flying toward Pagonia, his reactions going into overtime at that moment. A swift movement belying his expert training, he lifted his right hand to push away the fist and in one movement his other hand was at the attackers throat; Pagonia's hand glowing its own faint, light blue. An hazy, cold smoke rose from Pagonia's hand. 

[color=6ecff6]"Who in the hell are,"[/color] Pagonia stared into the eyes of the man before him; his memories of younger brother flowing through his mind, [color=6ecff6]"Zestasia."[/color] The words were soft and warm. Tears nearly filling the eyes of Pagonia. Those eyes and face could never fool him, as he knew his brother from anywhere. Pagonia lunged forward, wrapping his arms around in a brotherly embrace.