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[b][color=00aeef]PAGONIA[/color][/b][/center]

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Pagonia held his blade in the treant's maw, his mind wandering off for only a bit. The fights had grown weary on his body, bruises formed on his arm, calluses taking shape on his palm, and mouth getting drier every minute; this feeling was something he hadn't dealt with since sparring matches with Master Garland. Even Master Garland would prove to be tougher then any tree monster. For Pagonia, it wasn't just his body remembering the fatigue of sparring but his mind too. He could feel his mental process slowing down for just a moment; a moment that extended to the end of time itself, a moment that presented itself as a memory of losing his family all over again. Now he had to fight against forces presumably beyond him to protect that one family member he had left, a boy so important that fate deemed it so that they would meet again on a random barge. 

[color=6ecff6]"OUT OF THE WAY!"[/color] Etoile's voice came screaming through the air. 

His mind snapped back to reality as he turned his head to see the air magi wielder flying straight at him. Where could Zes be? For now Pagonia would have to ignore that and get the hell out of Etoile's way. Gripping his sword tightly, instead of just pulling it out, the man pulled it to the side, ripping through the side of the treant's maw. He landed on his feet, air rushing past his head, just barely missing getting his body torn asunder by the hurricane force that was Etoile. He was intrigued at her sword skills and turned his frown into a smile to finally be step ahead in this fight. 

[color=00aeef]"Nice form."[/color] Pagonia placed his head on Etoile's shoulder in a comforting way. [color=00aeef]"Now let's-"[/color]

The eldest Calore turned his head to see Zes being assaulted by the witch, who looked to be around his age, if not younger. He wouldn't let his brother be harmed again. His hand gripped Etoile's shoulder just a bit tighter to show his emotions were starting to flare. Well that was until Pythia made herself into Zestasia's defender. Without uttering a word, the smile back on his face thanks to him knowing his brother would be relatively safe, Pagonia began to walk forward. 

Taking blade in hand again, Pagonia placed one hand on the blade section. A chill rushed over the area surrounding the sword, the ice shattering several places. He moved the sword back behind him before swinging it forward with all the strength he could muster. The ice broke from the shard, launched through the air like arrows loosed from a bow, all aimed the treant. This technique wasn't to end the fight but it would hurt enough to give Laz a shot.