[@SSW] [@KoL] [@Subjectvision]


[h1][u][b] Latin District - Alleyway fight[/b][/u][/h1]


[color=6ecff6]“Oh boy, he’s done it hasn’t he?”[/color]

Yet despite the worried words she only sported a big grin.

[color=6ecff6]“Well, I guess it’s time for me to get to work.”[/color]

The girl named Elaine rose to her feet, and then rose some more. Floating into the air as wings sprouted from her back. Or perhaps they were always there?
	
As Noon Triswich spoke of his victory, as Ywain faced his ally she began a bit of work of her own.

The winds gathered, the winds danced. [color=6ecff6]“Fly, lion. Jump like a cat and catch a mouse. Or is it a hawk in this case?”[/color]

Another spell was born, wind shifting covering Ywain. Not a defense, or well, not against the arrows that could rip through this cover like the fragile membrane of an egg. But rather that against the winds and obstructions. Fly to your foe, let your obstacles melt away, claim your prize.

With a smile she watched, a small hidden observer who took in the scene of the battle with wicked amusement and hopeful pride.	

[img]https://i.imgur.com/q7oRdw7.png[/img]

Already he was considering what to do, arriving on a few options and ideas after finishing his first spell. There no attacks towards him from Archer, the servant apparently focused on breaking a distance. His eyes, they danced incessantly, his head throbbed. The speed of a servant was normally too fast to see, too fast to keep up with, but with that…

With that sight he could follow Archer to an extent. But even then there was no time, nor reliable means of striking a knight class directly with magic. So he would bear witness until a proper time came. 

He moved with his servant, mindful of the warning given to him by Ywain and moving with a seemingly surprising perception of them.