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[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?]