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[brothered]

[He likes a CHALLENGE, Lightning!! And double the axes surely means double the fun, which is why he's pleased to see his new enemy finally straightening up, finally preparing to take this whole thing seriously...

...Or not? Or not, because Lightning gives that order and Felix knows that the fun... is over before it began—and as disappointing as that may be? While Felix feels the frustration of having a satisfying kill ganked from him? He does, in fact, fall back without question, rushing back and to the side, because he's fought alongside mages before. Sayonara, brave foe...]

Clear!

[Do ya thing, girl. He'll circle around her, both to escape the blast and to pick off the few enterprising enemies seeking to catch her from behind while she readies her spell. Switching positions like this can be tricky; now, however, everything about it feels surprisingly natural, and Felix appreciates yet another reminder that he isn't fighting alongside an amateur.]

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[There's something to be said about fighting alongside someone who knows what they're doing, isn't there, someone who can look after themselves and cover you at the same time. Felix watching her back gives her the time she needs to gather enough energy for two Fira spells. Flames leap to life in her hands, casting shadows over the smirk on her face.]

Get lost!

[And then she throws them, one after the other, into the horde. They strike targets on two sides of the mass of bones, exploding night into day, and bones are sent flying in all directions. Scorched and smoking from being caught in the columns of fire, they'll take a bit to rebuild. The horde is still coming, but that move just bought them half a minute, easy. The soldiers can get clear. As for her and Felix, well, Lightning glances over her shoulder.]

You good?

[To stay here, she means, or should they fall back now? She's got some fight left in her if he does.]

[brothered]

[Spartae are simple, but not, like, that simple; only a handful of them are willing to press forward once Felix swoops in to cover Lightning's back, and those are taken down quickly and efficiently. He has ample time to turn and witness the lingering effects of her spells, which? You know? He still prefers his lightning-based magic to fire-based spells, but there is something undeniably impressive about the sight of charred bones slowly, painstakingly attempting to pull themselves back together. Maybe he shouldn't give Sylvain so much shit...

...Maybe. He's not about to learn any fire magic himself, but he will give Lightning a quick nod.]

Obviously.

[Look at him, Lightning! He's in FINE FORM! Peak physical condition! And, as he casts a glance over the soldiers' way as he sinks back into his offensive stance:]

The longer we give them, the better. [Because while he is an undeniable asshole, those soldiers... are tired? They're certainly not Felix- and Lightning-level combatants, so.] Ten minutes can make all the difference.

[Is that cool, comrade? He'll stay here and fight regardless, but you know, fighting together... isn't necessarily terrible. He wouldn't be opposed to continuing this arrangement for a while longer.]

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[If he thinks Fira was impressive, he should see her Thundaga once she gets it back. They can compare spells when that happens. Right now, she's sticking with Fira for the steady light it provides, and she takes her sword back into hand as the spells die away.]

Even two minutes makes a difference.

[Said as she slips back into her own sword stance, watching the rear. Their swapped positions means she's facing the oncoming horde while he guards her back and the soldiers retreat, but she's not bothered by it. She's certainly not leaving this fight yet. Balancing her weight on the ball of her foot, she narrows her eyes out into the dark. The bones are shaking, closer and closer.]

You've got my back?

[You ready?]