[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Valishin Elias[/color][/h1] [h2]"Barking at Giants"[/h2] Interaction/s: [@Lord Sawsaw2], [@Reflection], & [@Sho Minazuki][/center] [hr] The hug from Mis radiated the warmth of her genuine concern and regard for each of the guild's individual members. Even as the ridges of her armor pushed against the ribs of his chest, the marksman returned the valiant knight's embrace with an amused and somewhat pained sigh. As they parted, Vali stepped back before taking off his mask. He combed his hair back so that he could get a better look at Mis before he smiled at her. [color=6ecff6]"It's nice to see you, too, Mis. You never fail to make this guild brighter with your presence alone."[/color] Vali remarked, and he was about to take her up on her offer to partake of the fruits (again, beggars can't be choosers), one of the guild members flew past them before crashing against the wall with a painful crack. Vali didn't need to ask Lorn to read the hearts of the people around him to know that all hell was about to break the loose. The metaphorical fists of the netherworld gripped at the gates of the guild as the mages around them joined each other in a flurry of fists, kicks, and tackles. Slippers slammed against noses, knuckles bashed against jaws, and even someone's dentures soared to the second floor amidst the chaos. The sniper shook his head, but instead of feeling irritation or anger, only a serene smile overtook his features. This cacophony of pained wails, hysteric laughters, and rabid jeers was indeed the sign that the Dragon Heart still remained true to its reputation-- to the warmth of its trademark flames. While this kind of brawl was indeed against the rules of the guild (and by the gods, Vali itched to scream at them), he believed that if Mis or the other S-class mages were here, they'd stop it at any time. The least he could do was to just prepare his own spot at the ledges of the second floor, so that he could start shooting the medicinal bullets at the ones who were injured quite badly. Or, two medicinal bullets in Vega's head for good measure whilst Vali pretended that he was using the Unrelenting Spell. [color=6ecff6]"I appreciate the offer, Mis, but,"[/color] He tried to call out to her as the knight began charging into the fray. [color=6ecff6] "I'd rather salvage whatever remains of my face."[/color] Stuffing his mask into his bag, Vali summoned his rifle before loading a bullet into it. Just in time, Lorn passed by him and, as was expected of most of the higher rank mages, dignified him with nothing more but a quaint smile. One can tell a lot about a person by the way they greeted those below them, and the stark difference in attitude really contrasted between Mis, the one who greeted him like a friend with a hug without hesitation, and Lorn, the one who regarded him like any stranger on the field or one of his many adoring fans. Interestingly, Valishin noted, both Mis and Lorn were of the same rank. It went without saying that even if one attained an A-Rank, they still could not buy a personality. He returned the smile with a respectful nod before he aimed his rifle at one of the draconic ribs arching over the ceiling. His bullet glowed white, and with a click, a luminous white thread connected the bullet and his gun. Next, he grappled himself to one of the ribs before swinging towards the staircase with trained expertise. The thread disconnected as the white spool vanished into the crowd below while Vali perched at the stair railings, looking down at the ensuing brawl where more and more mages have now begun to use their magics. His keen eye began spotting some prominent members already: Dreadlin, the resident lizard, Glory, the mechanical hybrid, and even Muko, one of the darker mages around. Vali was feeling confident that this brawl would end soon-- unless Vega tries to screw things up again. And, boy, was he doing a great job at that with his instigating remarks even as a symphony of frost and flame passed around the room like a typhoon. [color=6ecff6]"I refuse to be a part of this."[/color] Vali shook his head before aiming down his rifle, just as Mis contained most of the magics being flung around the hall within her mirrors. Her voice echoed across the room, and the cheery tone she possessed all but vanished into one that spoke of real anger and protectiveness. The two mages who started the brawl now looked repentant after being chewed out by Mis, and when their senses finally returned, the bruises and wounds they sustained healed and closed up, returning a healthy shade to their skin as puffs of yellow powder wafted at their necks. Whistling sounds of medicinal bullets filled the air, the emptied shells clacking against the stairs as Vali got to work on doing what he did best after a brawl: patching his brothers and sisters up. [color=6ecff6]"Vega,"[/color] Vali called out with an annoyed tone. [color=6ecff6]"Craziness may have been popular back in whatever hole you came from, but breaking the rules don't make you cool. They make you look like the fragile child that you are. And, Sir Dreadlin could not have described sir Zanthrax better: that you're a bloody git. Ever heard of holding back, frosty? We already know you're powerful, but there are better ways of stopping this brawl without breaking the rules."[/color] Vali failed to even flinch, knowing that he was addressing two of the guild's top dogs. In his eyes, no one was above the law-- whether it be a C-rank, A-rank, or even the master himself: the law was blind to the titles men called themselves. Lady Justice only concerned herself of the right and the wrong. [color=6ecff6]"Your ego's showing, you git."[/color] It was no secret in the guild that Vali held little to no respect for Vega and the other lawbreakers, and the marksman would gladly lead him to the pointed end of a pitchfork, given the chance. His blatant disregard for the law and the system irked the sniper ten-fold, and god knows why the hell the master even bothered with someone as unstable as him. However, Vali immediately regretted his thoughts. This was what made Dragon Heart such an amazing guild: they accepted anyone from all walks of life, as long as they proved themselves. A bandit, a scum like him should have never questioned the master's decision. Valishin refused to speak any further, knowing that Mis had already driven her point forward. The sniper toted his rifle on his shoulder as he jumped off the stairs, landing softly near the bar as he walked towards the exhausted knight. [color=6ecff6]"Stopping them doesn't get easier, huh?"[/color] Vali chuckled at her. [color=6ecff6]"But, I'd thank you nonetheless."[/color] The lad stood a few inches away from Mis as he addressed her once more. [color=6ecff6]"Oh, and I'd like to take you up on that offer, if it still stands."[/color]