Yume slowly lowered her lance as it became apparent that her enemies were not going to be getting up any time soon, letting out a disappointed sigh. She hadn't even been given the opportunity to ignite the [i]Dame of La Mancha[/i]. The opportunities for her to do battle at full strength had become so vanishingly few since the mechanics of her Inherent Engine skill had been figured out by the student body at large. 

The boy in peril stepped down from his high ground, kindly returned her fallen helmet, and annoyingly reveled to her his true age she cocked her head curiously. "Truly?" She asked, plotting the helmet back on her head and standing on her tip toes to get a good look at his face as he walked past.

"Oh, my apologies." She said as he began hoisting the fallen knaves into his arms. "Has anyone ever told you that, at a glance, you have the intimidating countenance of a veteran yakuza?" She thought about that for a moment. "Which makes me question these blackguards logic in attacking you.

"But then," she said as she started trotting after him. "I'm the last person that could understand the fancies of their wicked hearts."

"Yamamoto Chie is the head of the decadent failure and destructive elements club." She explained, falling in step next to him. "She is an unpredictable person. I don't know where she spends lunch on any given day."


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