There was a look of pure shock across Dexter’s face when his name was called. Really? Him? Why?! His gaze turned to the countertop below him as he stared it down, his face crunched together in thought, attempting to process what was happening in this moment. Him? The dangerous fist fighter getting a chance to become an S-Class wizard while someone as skilled as Dawn doesn’t get the chance? 

Dexter muttered something that sounded like a thank you before he got to his feet and went upstairs without giving her much of a word before he disappeared.

There was a lot of shouting and a few sounds of thumping before Dexter came back down and sat down in the seat, he had a nice shiner on his right away and he waved down Mira, “Steak please, raw.” He said before gesturing to his eye and picking up the beer. Downing it roughly, he slammed it back down on the counter top and muttered under his breathe, “I’m sorry Dawn…” His voice seemed gentle and sincere as he tossed a fry into his mouth.

“I… I tried to convince the Master to give my spot to you but he said the choice is absolute; he even said he wouldn’t let me drop out and that he’d drag me to the island himself…” Yes, Dexter had went to the Guild Master and requested – demanded with attempted force- to have his spot given to Dawn. She was much more talented than he was and he felt almost undeserving of the situation he was now it. His head fell forward, smacking against the counter top, the only space between his face as the wood as the steak he received which was slid under his face to help the swelling in his eye, “Master hits hard…” He muttered under his breath in an attempt to make a joke.