[center][h2]South Of Zauberheim[/h2][/center]

[center]~~~ [@AzureKnight] (HIS & ENI) ~~~[/center]

[u]Enishi[/u] unleashed an ice shockwave intended to freeze [u]Hisana[/u] instantly. However, [u]Hisana[/u] pulled Keith's corpse in front of her as a human shield against the icy spell.

Suddenly, the corpse's hand reached around him and grabbed [u]Hisana's[/u] hair and pulled her in front of the not-quite-dead Keith. The positions were reversed and the ice shockwave hit [u]Hisana[/u], instantly frozen into a living ice sculpture. [u]Hisana[/u] was incapacitated for the time being.

The still-living Keith then slowly and painfully pulled the razor sharp card from his face. "[color=9e0b0f]Argh! Why the face of all places?[/color]" He complained as he dropped the card. "[color=9e0b0f]Looks like you got her once and for all, man.[/color]" He remarked about the eastern warrior's handiwork. "[color=9e0b0f]I didn't think I was gonna get hurt bad but whatever. I've got respawn anyway.[/color]"

Pulling out a small pin with a coat of an unknown liquid on it, Keith continued. "[color=9e0b0f]I've heard you were here to kill her. But I can do the honors if you're bailing on that.[/color]"

[center][h2]Seraph Academy[/h2][/center]

[center][h3]Academy Infirmary[/h3][/center]

[center]~~~ [@Rune_Alchemist], [@AzureKnight] (LIS) ~~~[/center]

[quote=Lisianthus von Zauberheim][color=fff200]"Greetings Mira, I didn't expect to see you here, or Ecthel and Alicia for that matter. I imagine that Varjan's condition is a bit more serious, which is why you all aren't with him right now. Which brings me to my reason for coming here."[/color][/quote]

[quote=Seleth Thenri][color=0076a3]"Mhm, it doesn't matter. You all should go be with Varjan. He needs you more than I do."[/color][/quote]

"[color=darksalmon]We did. I mean, we tried.[/color]" Mira replied. "[color=darksalmon]His family had forbidden anyone from visiting Varjan save them. I believe his father is already there with him.[/color]"

"[color=dodgerblue]It's not gonna be pretty. But hopefully his family'll cut him some slack since he got impaled by Seleth and all.[/color]" Ecthel remarked. "[color=dodgerblue]Err, no offense.[/color]" He smiled sheepishly at the Dark Elf.

"[color=red]I believe you, Seleth.[/color]" said Alicia. "[color=red]You're not a person who would deliberately harm someone without good reason.[/color]" She did her very best to smile but she could not conceal her sadness. "[color=red]So please don't be mad, Princess.[/color]" The girl turned to [u]Lisia[/u]. "[color=red]Seleth's rough, but I know her heart's smooth.[/color]"

"[color=darksalmon]...I am curious though.[/color]" Mira voiced her thoughts. "[color=darksalmon]The dark spear may be empowered, but I'm fairly sure that someone like Varjan would have found a dozen ways around that. So why didn't he?[/color]" The question prompted thinking from the three. "[color=darksalmon]He couldn't have allowed the spear to hit him intentionally, could he?[/color]"

"[color=dodgerblue]...Maybe Seleth's just better?[/color]" Ecthel guessed.

The guess earned a glare from Mira. "[color=darksalmon]Now's not the time to be hitting on Seleth.[/color]" She said unamused.

"[color=dodgerblue]I'm not! Seleth may be pretty but she's not my type![/color]" Ecthel defended himself. "[color=dodgerblue]Err, no offense. Again.[/color]"

Before the conversation could continue, a commotion occurred outside the room. Someone was yelling and apparently in a verbal spat.

[center]~~~ [@CitrusArms] ~~~[/center]

[quote=Lumina Lusteria]"Hey, now, no need to make a pariah out of the lad. Should you really be yelling in a place of learning and healing? Why don't you go take a walk, friend?"[/quote]

You briskly entered the room to interrupt the loud scolding. There were two people in the room, one bedridden. The one on the bed was unconscious, [url=https://data.whicdn.com/images/62641508/large.jpg]a young man with brown hair[/url] and a bandage wrapped around his torso. The one standing up and doing the scolding was [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1077950644919648259/-UQIi3qf_400x400.jpg]a finely-dressed middle-aged man with short brown hair and some stylish facial hair[/url]. Your interruption shifted his rage from the boy to you.

"[color=lightcyan]Excuse me?! Who are you?! Who do you think you are?![/color]" The man yelled at you. "[color=lightcyan]This is my son! MY. SON. Who are you to barge into our business? You don't even know us! Why don't you do us all a favor and [b]you[/b] take a walk, [b]friend[/b].[/color]"

The door was open and the loud exchange could be heard throughout the infirmary. Attention was inevitable.