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It was for a brief second, but Zenith had realized he had forgotten something very important; Tone took things way too literally and that his single brain cell really only cared about what was in front of him at the moment in the same way a golden retriever lacks object permanence. [color=0072bc][i]Ohhhh no. Oh no, no, no, no.[/i][/color] He thought to himself as he focused on the swell of magic that the slayer was gathering to fight in the middle of the bloody streets of the capital! There was a limit on how straight forward someone can be!

Unfortunately, that extended to Tone's fighting style as well. There was no strategy in his attacks, they were simple to a fault; he would charge in blazing and try to overwhelm his opponents from the start. Funnily enough, he was just too focused on beating people into a pulp to analyze and get a feeling for his opponent's strength. So with that information in mind, Zenith took advantage of the moment of when Tone's flames extinguished themselves. While his flames did offer the slayer a great amount of speed, stopping them mid-flight did not excuse him from the laws of motion; once landing on the ground Tone would have to cancel his own speed out to stop himself from tumbling forward at mach one, which meant a brief slow down as he was also dealing with the friction of the soles of his shoes against the paved streets.  

Zenith leaped over to him and his feet landed on his head before it was used as a springboard for the S-Class mage to flip high into the air, landing elegantly on a lamp post. At least that slayer's hard head was good for something.

[color=0072bc]"Quit it Tone."[/color] Zenith said like a disappointed parent. He glanced over to Akemi when she asked him that fighting in the streets was okay and could only sign in disappointment. [color=0072bc]"Of course we're not sparring in the middle of the streets. That would be reckless."[/color] After he said that, he jumped off 

His feet made a light tap when he landed on the ground, knees bent slightly and then straightened slowly. He looked at Tone with a cold, dreadful glare as he approached him. [color=0072bc]"What would you do if someone passing by were injured because of your actions? How do you think that would reflect on the rest of us in the guild?"[/color] He stopped a few feet away from the slayer and while he seemed to be looking calm on the inside, he exhibited a rage for Tone's stupid, careless actions. It was more like Zenith was holding back a monster within his human skin.[color=0072bc]"Do you understand?"[/color]