[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MbfVrN0.jpg?1[/img]

Feck.

[/center]
[hr]

. . . . . .

. . . .

. . .

She was strong. He was right. Frustrating as it may have been to give up on the fight he wanted to win, it was likely the correct choice to move under the protection of Aer. This confirmed that these people were after he or Aerith. That was a very unfortunate thing to have happen. It meant that he had done something before this most recent "checkpoint" that had drawn this mysterious group's attention. If he had to guess, it was warning his previous saviours of the impending ambush. 

Despite his mind racing a mile a minute, he didn't voice out any of these thoughts. Now was not the time for it. Instead he focused his mind. Whispering under his breath, he cast his magic. His body strengthened, and his mind racing just a little bit less, he was ready for what was to come. He wouldn't be the primary combatant for what was to come. Still, he could do his best to follow up with what Aer needed. Even though these opponents were strong, and mysterious, he had long learned that they weren't invincible. He had functionally ended in a draw in his very first fight with them. And he could track the path of the weapons that were shot at them. 

For a brief moment, he considered picking one of the weapons up. After a moment however, he discarded the idea. It was better to stick to what he knew. If he tried to use some random new bladed weapon, he was more likely to injure himself or an ally than he was to finish off an enemy. He would stick to his fists.

His breathing slowed and his stance widened. He was ready for the fight to come.