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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Well... Technically I'm not human, so..." Takeshi began, not wholly sure where he was going with that. Finishing off the sentence with a shrug he gave Viral a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck as they fell into an awkward silence. What more could he honestly say? And why did he have to explain why he thought of someone as a friend? He didn't want to keep going back to fighting or strength but that was a big part of it, as was what had been done for him in the past. Trying a different approach he tried to praise what Viral had done since their meeting, figuring maybe bringing up some high points would cheer him up. Or it could piss him off, that too. Though it wasn't a total bust, maybe he could work with that.

"I've killed people too, more recently than you have even. I've stolen and I've killed and lied and cheated all through my life, but I'm a good guy now, you know? And it's different, wanting to kill an awful person, they deserve it. It's one thing if you want to kill some innocent person, its another thing if its a criminal or a murderer." Shu of course disagreed and thought anyone could be changed regardless of what they had done. Takeshi still wasn't completely convinced of that yet, but he was proof enough of how someone could turn themselves around. "Look... Maybe sometimes the stuff we do isn't the best, but we do it for the right reasons, yeah? We want to protect someone, or something, or we feel like we're threatened, I don't know. My point is that sometimes good people do bad things, but that doesn't make them a bad person." He certainly couldn't offer a definition of what friendship was, he still didn't know entirely himself. Far as Takeshi was concerned you couldn't do that anyways as friendships were so different; everyone in their group was his friend, they were just friends for different reasons.

Yumi wanted to try and offer a meaning of friendship herself, but she couldn't come up with much of an answer either. When you thought about it friendship wasn't the easiest thing to explain as it meant so many different things to different people, there was no one right answer really. "Friendship is whatever you decide it is..." she finally spoke thoughtfully, looking over at Viral and smiling at him, "You can be friends because you have the same hobby, or like the same things, or believe in the same things, it doesn't matter. Friends are going to have things in common and things that are different, but they can look past differences and get along anyways. I guess... If you need an answer then that's what I'd say." Maybe it wasn't the definitive answer either as Viral and Takeshi had a history of butting heads, but they were making headway here for a change and perhaps that could change.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"W-Well then you have better technique than I do! And you're smarter about fighting too! I've been strong but I lose a lot, and I never understood why. I'd get pissed at the fact that I couldn't do anything with all my power, that I'd just end up looking like a complete idiot because I never finished a fight. And I always thought it was weird but I never knew what it was, not until people kept telling me it took more than strength. You knew that all along, but you still had strength. I know it's both of those that make you such an amazing fighter, and it's why I've looked up to you. I didn't know how to get to where you were before, but now I'm determined to. I feel like I have to prove myself to you more than anyone here." It was becoming a little easier to speak his mind as he went, and good thing too. He probably never would have said any of that without being pushed to before, yet now that he had it felt kind of relieving. Yet even for all the opening up he was trying to do none of it appeared to be what Viral wanted to hear.

More reasons to be a friend...? Other than strength, which was a given, there had to be other reasons, right? Furrowing his brow in thought Takeshi went silent for a moment, crossing his arms as he stared down at the grass beneath his feet. Other reasons to call Viral a friend, there had to be more, he knew there had to be more. "I mean... It kind of has to do with strength still, but you've saved me, you saved Shu, you've saved all of us probably at least once or twice. And... Aside from that you helped us with our hunt for the Dragonballs back on Earth. I know you didn't want to, but I really appreciate all you did back then, and I liked having you along, you know? I never had friends really until I met you guys, but I can't think of anyone else I'd want to be friends with than all of you."

There had to be more reason than that, right? It was an okay start but surely he could come up with more than just some sort of debt. "And... I don't know, we're kind of the same in some ways I guess. We both want to fight and win, and we both want to be able to keep something safe by doing it. We're obviously not completely the same, but I guess as I grow up I'd want to be someone sort of like you as weird as that sounds. Back on Earth you always fought to keep the planet safe, and to keep Yumi safe, or Vegeta, whoever. You know what you want to do, and you know who you are, you know... Even if maybe you kind of forgot that with everything going on," Takeshi explained, shrugging slightly before rubbing at his nose, "I like people who know what they're all about maybe, people who don't let others get in their way and they do what they think is right. Even though we've always butted heads I never thought you were a bad guy Viral, not once. You were always and will always be one of the good guys, nothing can change that. I guess that's a reason too, knowing that no matter how rough it gets for you you're always going to be trying to fight for good."

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Heh, you and me both Amuné, being sick always stinks," Ethan said with a weary smile. Deciding he should at least rid himself of his wet coat he slid that off and left only the tunic beneath remaining, tying the sleeves of the coat around his waist. He knew he'd remain ill if he didn't dry off, and having a cool night in damp grass didn't help him dry any. Once the sun was up and the temperature rose he should be fine, it just meant this morning was going to be a little miserable. It'd get better though, especially once they got their things back! Even if the two Magi had really gone all out there was no way they had washed everything away, right? Ethan's biggest concern was the horses, which given everything that had gone on they were probably long gone by now. If they found everything would they even be able to move it without the horses?

No, he couldn't imagine so, but he couldn't let himself get so negative either. The tent and sleeping rolls were luxuries, they could do without those. Cecil's parts and tools they needed, they could find a way to carry them if need be, and they would figure out something for the medicine and other bits they needed to keep. Before they could return to camp though it was only fitting they make sure everyone was good to travel, leaving Cecil as the last one to check on. "Sundown huh?" Ethan repeated, considering it for a moment before smiling, "Not a problem! Just take it easy until then and let us handle things, it's only fair you get to rest now anyways for everything you did yesterday." He'd more or less saved them, it wasn't too far a stretch to say he'd earned a day off then.

Heading back to camp was a bit daunting if only because no one knew what they might find. Would everything they owned be washed away and gone, would there be anything even useful left? Even Ethan with his generally optimistic outlook wasn't sure, expecting perhaps a worst case. When they crested the hill and came down the embankment not only to find their camp intact, but the horses somehow tied up nearby looking spooked but fine it was both a confusing and relieving sight. Scratching his head in confusion he walked down to examine the tent, finding the sand beneath his feet still wet as it sloshed and sunk under his weight. Poking his head inside the tent it was nice to find their items still inside and undisturbed, apparently neither of the Magi were into looting. Their cart had been down the shore too and appeared turned over, so that was a little worrisome. "Hey Nymira, give me a hand with the cart for a second?" Ethan asked as he stepped out, gesturing down to the vehicle in question.

Her do the work that hired help normally would? A little demeaning really, Nymira would like to say make Cecil do it instead and she couldn't be bothered. Yet given how tired the Machina was she doubted he could do it, and she certainly couldn't expect Amuné to be able to do it. "Very well, I imagine you can't do it on your own," the Dimuran commented as she moved to the cart, peering around the turned over vehicle to see what was inside. Most everything looked to be there, with their medicines packed away in a container presumably and the rations they had bought there as well, albeit now dirty and soaked. So food would be an issue, other than that they should be fine. Waiting for Ethan to get over she squatted down and grabbed hold of the wall in the dirt, and on the count of three lifted it up out of the mud. "There... I'm amazed at our luck, that everything should still be here..." Including their horses which were tied up, confusing especially since the only ones here were the two Magi. Why would one of them get these horses back for them?

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Going out and telling it like it was, how he really felt, it just wasn't something Takeshi did. Bottle it up and keep it inside, that's how boys were supposed to be, right? If Viral was a guy then they'd get along by just fighting it out and letting off some steam, that was the way he'd always thought of it before. By fighting they'd get a mutual respect, and then they could be friends. What a completely idiotic way of looking at it. Now he was realizing in doing that he'd turned the Beastman into little more than a training dummy and nothing else, no wonder they were never on good terms. It was completely his fault too, he needed to try and say something to make it up to his friend. Only question was what the hell did you say to make up over a year of getting it wrong and pissing someone off?

"I did say I'm an idiot with words, to be fair..." Takeshi muttered halfheartedly, a sheepish smile on his face as he made his point, "You act surprised I screwed up, I've been doing that since we met." Opening up aside it wasn't normally like him to admit he was totally wrong either, being used to either being correct or simply ignoring something he couldn't make right. That worked well, looked how Shu was getting on because of that idiotic mindset. Nodding somberly at Viral's comment on fighting he glanced over at the others, having had the very same thought himself once or twice. If he couldn't fight then what would he do? He wasn't smart like Vegeta, he wasn't good at helping others like Vegeta. He didn't have skills like the twins, or money like Kabocha, and he wasn't like Shu were everyone he met was happy to help him. Hell he was sure even Haku had more going for him, and that kid had nothing! Realizing he was self-loathing he let out a sigh and rubbed at his head, giving it a shake before looking back at Viral.

"You're wrong, because we've done that before and you've won. Back on Earth, the first time we met? I didn't hold back, and you would have definitely won then. When we saw you on Shaharia you would have beaten me too, and you'd beat me now if we fought. I have Ki, sure, but it's not enough to just beat you, it never was." Yet he always used it like a crutch in fights and saw little to nothing come from its use. Was it handy? Of course, being able to zip about and attack from afar was a massive advantage. But for someone like Viral who could just endure it and beat you up close it meant little. "Viral, look... If we were to keep sparring right now the way we were there's no way I could win, Ki or not. I can tell you that much right now and you still don't think you're healthy, right? Okay, so what happens when you do get healthy? You're already stronger than I am, probably stronger than most of us again, and you'll be even stronger still after you finish recovering. Pretty soon you'll be the one saving all of us. And... That's what I envy about you, that you can be so strong despite everything. It's why I think you're an awesome guy, you have a kind of... I don't know, a kind of strength the rest of us don't." MAN that sounded really fricken cheesy, and Takeshi's face was a bright red as he thought about it. Could they just get back to punching each other?

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"I'm not like that! I worry about people, you know? Stop making me out to be a bad guy!" He wasn't really like that was he? Sure he was eager to train and fight with people but that was far from the only thing he cared about. Heck, here he was letting Viral wail on him to get out frustration, wasn't that considerate? Maybe letting him wasn't the right way of putting this, he wasn't actually trying to get his ass handed to him. Being knocked into the dirt once more he was slower to get up this time, making yet another attempt to defend himself and where he stood in terms of their friendship. Expecting to be smacked for even trying it he tensed up expecting a punch, watching in surprise as Viral actually lowered his fists.

"I've always counted you as a friend, pretty quickly after we met I started considering you one," Takeshi answered, frowning as he rubbed at his neck awkwardly. Jeez, he was going to have to spill it all here just to convince the guy wasn't he? Getting red in the face he folded his arms over his chest, letting out a sigh before facing Viral, looking him right in the eye. "I'm not the best with words, okay? So before you go and skewer me for saying something stupid, keep that in mind. As for what it means..." Trailing off again he bit his lip, his brow pulling together in a furrow as he looked down at his feet. "What it means... Is that you're someone I know I can rely on. And not just for fights, if I need help with something I'm sure I could come to you for help. I'd do the same too, I just don't always know what to do, and I don't want to make things worse trying, you know?"

This really wasn't the easiest thing in the world, he felt awkward opening up and telling Viral why he felt the way he did. Gods it wasn't like this was a fricken love confession or anything, he was just telling the guy he considered him a friend. Puffing up slightly he exhaled before pointing at the Beastman, his face a bright red in embarrassment before he went on a tirade. "Ever since we met you've been stronger and I've wanted to reach your level, that's why I always fight with you! You're someone I look up to and inspire to be like, and I envy you! Aside from just that you had people who cared about you even when we met, even if it didn't seem like it. All I had was Shu, and even then we weren't that close. But you had Vegeta and Yumi, and I don't know, maybe I was jealous, maybe I wanted that for myself..." He was rambling now, the words coming out by themselves with very little thought on his part. If he hadn't made a complete fool of himself yet he was probably about to.

"A friend is someone who is there when you need them! You've saved me at least twice, and I never thanked you for that. Then you got captured and sick and it was my fault and I haven't been able to do anything to help! I've just wanted to see you get strong again, not because it means I can fight you, but because you were happier when you were strong. I don't like seeing people all depressed and down on themselves, you know? It sucks! I want my friends to be healthy and to be able to do what they want, that's all. And... And..." Takeshi continued, rubbing at his head fitfully before kicking the dirt, "I've been so pissed at myself for not being able to say anything to you, or talk to you. I always seem to piss you off and I don't mean to, I really don't. I want to get along with you and I want to be able to do things with you, with everyone. We all just want you to be healthier and happier Viral, honest. And... I'm sorry if it seems like I didn't want that for you, I do."

As Takeshi went on his spree Yumi listened to every word, mouth agape as he opened up some. It was far from a perfect admittance or probably not even what Viral wanted to hear exactly, but it was a big change in the way they usually spoke to one another. This was extremely different for the two of them, where Viral actually seemed to be giving Takeshi a chance and the Saiyan wasn't completely blowing that up in his own face. Maybe they would actually get something out this, one could dare to hope.

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"O-Of course I care! I care about every one of our friends!" Takeshi said defensively, ducking hastily under a punch and pushing another incoming fist away, "Hell, I've done nothing but worry about how you're doing! I've worried about Shu, about T'charrl, about everyone!" He just didn't know how to show it was all. More than that he didn't know how he could help, something that only fed the worry he was already experiencing. Not being able to help his friends was one thing, not being able to make a difference for Shu was twice as bad. It wasn't fair for Viral to say that, he wasn't completely heartless. Stopping a punch with one of his own he gritted his teeth, growing slightly frustrated at how the Beastman wasn't listening to him. He was glad the guy was doing better, why couldn't he just see that?

Focusing on fighting and chatting was proving to be difficult now that he was trying to be mindful of how he fought. Moving around and dodging incoming blows as best he could he tried to find an opening for himself, the strikes coming in too quickly to allow for one. "That's not true at all! I care about way more than that!" Viral complained about being powerless right? Not being able to do anything and feeling like he wasn't up to par? Well he wasn't the only one, that's how he felt every time he saw someone who wasn't well. Having this many friends, or any for that matter was a wholly new experience for him, he wanted nothing more than to be able be useful to them. All he knew was fighting though, if he couldn't be useful through that then what more could he do?

Taking a shot right to the nose Takeshi backed off and covered his face, tears welling up in his eyes on reflex as he rubbed at it gingerly. "I'm moaning because you socked me right in the nose! That hurts you know!" Again Viral didn't miss a beat and came right in with more attacks, this time he tried to retaliate with some of his own. Getting one shot through on Viral's chest he got one in return on the stomach, and then one on Viral's side for one in his shoulder, nearly spinning him around from the force of it. Finding himself losing ground he threw his arms up to guard only to find it pointless as a strong punch broke through, and a final one caught him in the jaw and sent him onto his back in the dirt. Coughing in protest Takeshi lifted up his head and spit out the blood leaking from his split lip, looking at Viral exasperatedly. "You're not the enemy though! I've never thought of you as the enemy, not since we first met!" Takeshi shouted, pushing himself back up to his feet, "You're my friend dammit, I'm not going to treat you like an enemy, that's impossible!"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Why would being a Magi be a bad thing? Everyone present was one themselves, of course Amuné was going to be accepted! "Hey, there's no reason to be sorry, we're not mad or anything. You can tell us stuff in the future though, right? We're here and we're friends, you can trust us," Ethan said as he placed his arm around the Ydran, smiling down at her. When she pulled back and tested his temperature he sighed inwardly, having hoped she'd not check and get herself worried. Reaching out he placed his good hand on her head, giving it a gentle rubbing before tapping his bandaged hand with a fingertip. "Relax, I'm sick but it's not going to kill me, heh... I've been way sicker than this and pulled through just fine, this is nothing!" It sort of reminded him of the time he'd eaten that bad fish and gotten food poisoning, though there was much less puking and stomach pains. He had cold sweats, a fever and nausea, but that was relatively minor given all the problems he could have.

"If Ethan says he is fine child then we have to trust him, he knows how he feels better than we do," Nymira added, frowning when she looked at the Muran, "You do look like hell though, I don't envy you. Once we get back to camp we'll have to see about giving you something to relieve the sickness." She was accustomed to healers, and the older Dimurans who knew what herbs to gather, what roots helped with specific ailments and some curious, unorthodox remedies like a hot mud bath that supposedly relieved stress and aches. They didn't have any of that on hand and her own knowledge of medicine was sorely lacking. "Rest up and we'll return to the camp in the morning, I suppose it can't be helped if those two buffoons are fighting it out." So long as those Magi didn't continue their chase they should be fine here, and come sunrise they could try and recover whatever might be left. Pushing herself to her feet Nymira clutched her daggers loosely in her hands, walking out to the road and looking both ways for any travelers. "I'll take watch, you sleep as well Amuné. It would be my shift anyways."

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Ethan somehow managed to fall asleep despite his discomfort, and slept very soundly at that. He might have remained asleep had a cricket not landed on his nose, making him smack at his own face in his sleep, missing it and waking himself. Opening his eyes groggily the Magi sat up and glanced around, wondering what had struck him before letting out a loud yawn. "Oh jeez... Should have changed out of my clothes..." he mumbled as he peeled his shirt from his chest, grimacing at it having dried and his clothing now clung to him. Figuring he'd take it off he began to do so, pausing when he spotted Nymira watching him with a cross expression, like what he was doing was inappropriate; Amuné was present, his stripping down to his pants probably was inappropriate. Smiling sheepishly he quickly lowered his shirt again and ran a hand through his hair, "Morning Nymira, sorry about that," he laughed, silently wishing she'd been asleep so he could at least wring it out.

"Yes, and I'm sorry my day had to start out by seeing you unceremoniously strip," the Dimuran answered coldly, frowning as she looked in the direction of their camp, "The others are awake, we all have been for a while now. No one wanted to wake you though, or rather they wouldn't let me. You seem to be fine now." Good, she couldn't do her job if one of her escorts was ill. Should none of their supplies still be at camp they may need to double back to Galloway to buy more, though that was only if her money was even there still. Would those Magi go as far to steal from her? She wouldn't put it past them, they were willing to kill for no apparent reason, petty theft probably wasn't below them either. Huffing at the notion of being a victim of theft she folded her arms over her chest, clearing her throat before looking between Amuné, Cecil and Ethan. "Now that we're all ready we should go back, I worry what damage those buffoons might have caused with their fighting."

Heading back wasn't a half bad idea, he had an extra shirt somewhere that he could put on. "Yeah, we should, no sense in waiting any longer," Ethan agreed, slowly getting to his feet and stumbling slightly as he did. He was a bit lightheaded from the illness taking its toll and felt rather thirsty, though the former might be from just getting up too quickly too. Shaking his head and giving the side a smack he looked to Cecil, making a poking gesture at his own chest. "How's the battery holding up? Feel better now that you had a chance to recharge?"

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"Of course I want to fight! I don't want to spend my day off icing my bruises though!" Takeshi shot back before getting to his feet, rubbing at one of his shoulders before frowning, "If you really want to keep going then I'll do it." It's not like he was trying to outdo his friend here, it was supposed to just be to see how strong he was now. If his body aching already wasn't indication enough then getting knocked to the ground twice already should be a pretty telltale sign. Hesitating as he tried to decide how to go at Viral again he circled around a bit, finally deciding to hell with it and just going in with a simple combo. Getting each punch blocked or dodged and his kick intercepted he scowled, backing off again before smirking. "Hey, you end a fight in a few swings and I think that means a bunch! A guy who can end a fight in three punches is really strong, don't you think?" he asked, lowering his guard and shrugging his shoulders, "Might just be me, but I think that makes someone strong, you know?"

He really ought to know better by now than to try and strike up conversation with the guy, all it ever did was piss him off. Lifting his arms as the onslaught began again he focused solely on blocking Viral's hits, each blow landing causing a bit of a concussive force that erupted in the air around them. "That's not true! I want to see how strong you are too!" he answered as he ducked under a bunch, scrambling to the side to avoid being hit, "I wanted to see if you're better, I figured fighting was the best way to do it!" He was concerned with how powerful Viral might be now, and through that he could probably guess how he was overall. Sure, physical power had little to do with how happy someone was, but for a guy who was always down on feeling weak it should be at least something. Backpedaling as Viral continued after him, getting caught out in the process and getting punched in the nose. Wincing he stepped back and covered it up with both hands, tears in the corners of his eyes before he pointed at Viral accusingly. "Ow, that hurt! You trying to break me or something?"

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Takeshi had only been struck a few times and already he ached like he'd been training all day. He'd expected Viral to be stronger now that he was getting better but this was a bit ridiculous! Goes to show he ought not be relaxing and letting his guard down, otherwise he'd be black and blue by the time this was over. Taking a moment to gather himself he finally got back to his feet, trying to call off the match and move on; this was everyone's day off, he had no desire to spend their day off limping about and needing bags of ice for his injuries. Figuring maybe Viral would respect that wish he deflated slightly when denied, trying to keep his fist out as a show of camaraderie. "You proved you got your strength back, let's go do something else, huh? Maybe we can do this again later, what do you say?"

Jeez, a simple no would have sufficed! Takeshi hadn't been expecting anything from Viral other than maybe a grumpy dismissal, that would be normal for the guy. When his arm was grabbed all he did was flail comically and end up being flipped helplessly, landing on his back with a thud and coughing. "Ouch! I'm not blowing you off, I didn't want to spend today all beat up!" he shot back, sitting up and rubbing at his back before climbing to his feet, "But fine, if you're so determined to fight then we'll fight. I guess it's nothing a hot bath won't fix." He couldn't say he hated the idea of fighting with Viral more, and the fact that his friend was able to really deal some damage made this interesting. Grinning as he lowered himself into a stance once more Takeshi slowly began shifting his feet, circling the Beastman as he tried to decide how to approach this. Figuring to hell with it he ran right at him, throwing a right jab and then following with a left uppercut, and if both of those missed he'd bring up his right leg and kick out at Viral's stomach.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Ethan didn't want anyone worrying over his wound, even if he was positive by now he had some minute poisoning. There wasn't enough in his system to really cause pain, just some slight nausea and a bit of a fever from what he could tell. Uncomfortable yes but not life threatening, he'd just need to rest for a little and he'd be right as rain. What about Cecil though? The Machina appeared spent after the fight and given last time he'd all but shutdown there was some reason for worry among their group. "Hey, we wanted it dead too, pretty sure that feeling was mutual. Just because you want to defend yourself or your friends, and even if that involves killing something, it doesn't make you bad," Ethan reassured, pausing to wipe sweat from his brow, "I don't know, I have no clue how you work, sorry Cecil. But I'd bet you can get stronger, I mean think about it. You learn how to control your magic, energy, whatever it is better so you don't use as much power. It's... Kind of hard to explain, but when Magi use spells we can tire ourselves out easily, unless we know how to keep our levels down. Use too much mana and you're in trouble, maybe you're sort of the same way?" That was only a guess going off of the bits and pieces the old man had told him ages ago, and he wasn't completely sure he even recited it right. Sounded right to him.

Ethan and Cecil might not bring it up but Nymira wasn't going to let it go. Amuné had somehow known about those monsters before they even began fighting, before Ethan was ever attacked or the liquid hit his skin. Any self-respecting fighter kept themselves aware of everything during a battle, even the small details like a child screaming. So she'd picked up on something unusual awfully quickly and now, confronting Amuné with it, the little girl was reluctant to admit anything. "Little one, I do not appreciate being lied to... Just tell me what it is, I'll not treat you any differently for it." Letting the child say her piece confirmed the Dimuran's sneaking suspicions, that she somehow had foreseen what was about to happen. While a rare form of magic she was somewhat familiar with it, knowing of an elder in a neighboring clan who many called a Seer. She had sought the man out for advice once before though had come up empty, being told it wasn't proper use of his powers to give someone an edge in battle. The downside to being an honorable society she supposed, sometimes they were too honorable even for themselves.

"I don't know, but we'll find out when we find whoever made you, on that you have my word," Ethan answered, smiling as he watched Cecil lay back to rest, "Go right ahead, rest up and we'll move you when its time to get going. I think we all need a bit of a break after that." They should be far enough from the fight as not to be at risk any longer, and with no water around he assumed neither of those Magi could fight them anyways. He could be wrong but he hoped not to be proven as such, it would be nice to sit down and take it easy after that mess. Nursing his throbbing hand as he got to his feet Ethan joined Nymira and Amuné not too far away, giving the latter a perplexed look seeing her upset. "What is it Amuné? You still worrying about my hand?" he asked, taking a seat before her and holding it up, "It's sore but I'll live, so rest easy okay? Nothing to be afraid of."

"That's not it you buffoon, she's afraid of what she just told me," Nymira interjected, frowning before rolling her eyes at Ethan. "The child is what my people call a seer, someone who can catch a glimpse of the future, or learn something of someone's past. I don't know the extent of her powers but she saw something during our last fight. She's afraid we'll think poorly of her for her gift, though I for one think its a wonderful thing to have." The last thing she wished for was the child to be upset, she had a soft spot generally when it came to children. Anyone with eyes could tell that Amuné valued and wanted Ethan's approval, and to lesser extents Cecil's and her own. Being cast aside for something then might be worst case scenario for her, and they had to reassure her otherwise. "We won't hate you for it Amuné, and I know Ethan and Cecil don't either," Nymira added as she looked to the Muran, narrowing her eyes accusingly at him, "Isn't that right Ethan?"

Jeez that was a scary look! Cringing from the glare he was getting Ethan smiled and quickly nodded his head, looking to Amuné and giving her a thumbs up. "Yeah, I don't think of you any less for it! Heck, I think it's really awesome actually, that could help us a ton!" Shame he hadn't listened earlier, might have spared him getting this nasty burn on his skin. Now they knew for the future, and Saints forbid if they fought either of those two men again they would be prepared for it next time. Seriously, why were those two after them though? The old guy had attacked them before so it didn't have to do with Nymira, and he doubted the fish man was after her either, so it was one of them. Just what the heck was going on?