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Addressing [@Astarte][@Mr President][@AThousandCurses]

[center][h2][color=00FA9A]Kelemen Valentin[/color][/h2][/center] 

[Center]Budapest
District II - Tomb of Gül Baba[/center]

Adina's words snapped Kelemen out of his induced shock and surprise. At first, he was at loathe to tell anyone or anything to run away, or to flee from battle. But at the same time, he could not help but feel a gnawing sensation at his heart, that he was being a hindrance, that he had been made a fool of, that everything he valued and held was somehow mocked and tossed aside like wind.

But it was not Adina's words that did it, nor the fact that Lancer had tried to protect him when he was the one who had brought her to battle. It was neither of these factors that shook the young boy. 

Instead, it was the grasping jaws of death that descended upon him and Lancer. Grasping jaws of death, fierce, primal. Kelemen had envisioned a noble contest of wits. Of courage, heroism and skill. This was none of that. These were the jaws of an animal, a beast. Designed to tear and rip a human apart until it was nothing more than chunks of meat.

It wasn't out of obedience, out of courage, out of thought in general, but instead it was out of fear the Kelemen raised his hand, holding out his marked hand as if it would somehow protect him. 

[color=00FA9A]"Lancer!"[/color] he shouted almost desperately, a far cry from the confidence he had when he had tried to call his larger companion.[color=00FA9A]"Bring us to safety!"[/color]