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[color=FF650E] “Thank the Goddess you’ll have plenty of opportunities to do that still.”[/color] Clarissa teased. Her teasing demeanor quickly changed and she clicked her tongue sympathetically when Isolde revealed the remaining injury. An injury impeding the poor girl’s mobility only deepened the danger she would put both herself and everyone alongside her even if, for whatever reason, Isolde expressed some need to soldier through the pain. But while Clarissa certainly agreed with Derec that it was imperative Isolde find herself attending along the backlines, she debated the logic behind removing a strong asset to the frontlines to achieve it. Losing one person while face to face with a brute blending all the best qualities of strength and speed into every attack was injury to the unit enough; sacrificing two sword arms because of one was even worse. 

Her immediate reaction was to argue the point but the exact same argument could be made for her leaving as well. Their commanding officer told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was the primary support for the Unit and her abandoning that position could put anyone in a precarious position if they attacked with the expectation of Clarissa following up shortly after. She wished she had a moment to think but the smoke and the fire and the stench of sweat and blood and ichor whirled in her head like the unholy cacophony it was and she wished she had a moment to [i]think[/i]...

Her head snapped up as Michail screamed his sister’s name and she watched in horror as the brute lifted Professor Euphemia in the air by her throat. By the Goddess, what kind of man had the strength to lift a person like a doll with a single hand? Was it even fair to call someone a man after all these atrocities or was it more apt to consider it a monster, it’s compassion and empathy and kindness smoothed beneath the unabashed indulgence in sin? Clarissa loathed to even consider what could have brought this thing to this and so she didn’t. Rather, she found another objective that quickly put to rest her deliberations and she stood, helping Isolde up as she did. 

[color=FF650E]“I have to go help Professor Euphemia. May Goddess keep you safe.”[/color] Clarissa bid them farewell, turning her attention back to the assault in front of them. It had dropped Professor Euphemia just next to it, well within range of it’s attacks. Clarissa chewed on her lip as she looked for an opening but even then, it had proved itself capable enough of closing them in short order. She had to get to the Professor before it decided to finish what it started.

Thankfully, the full assault offered her a golden opportunity. Auberon showed no hesitation in following the command and Clarissa saw the path. Even though that thing was strong, she doubted that it would shrug off the devastating swing of an axe embolden with righteous fury. She darted forward, following Auberon and only darting off around the giant once Auberon had sunk his heels in. She practically threw herself at the Professor, wrapping her arms around her, and dragging as quickly as she could back behind the assault before the pair were caught up in the swarm. Clarissa knelt and murmured words of faith as the spell came to life, healing magic glowing around the Professor’s wounds.