[ In his defense, he hadn't meant to interrupt what he now realizes is a rather intense regimen. Despite having been conscripted for over a month now, he still maintains his Pawn rank. Its effects are stifling to him, despite the way he's tried to nurture his magic in hopes of lifting that veil. He's gotten better with it, but it still seems inherently foreign. That's why this suits him better. Physicality, the weight of something real in his hands to defend himself and others with. The stronger he can become under these circumstances, the better he'd able to protect.
To that end, he'd simply come to look at what Blanc had arranged for them to train with when Caren's voice hurtles through the air, not unlike a weapon itself. Allelujah pivots, eyebrows raising over a mismatched gaze: one gold, and one grey. Clipped to his arm is a severe looking shield. ]
Are you sure?
[ Not that he doubts her ability, just the effects of training so tirelessly. ]
Forgive me if it's forward to say, but it seems you've been at this a while.
3c.
To that end, he'd simply come to look at what Blanc had arranged for them to train with when Caren's voice hurtles through the air, not unlike a weapon itself. Allelujah pivots, eyebrows raising over a mismatched gaze: one gold, and one grey. Clipped to his arm is a severe looking shield. ]
Are you sure?
[ Not that he doubts her ability, just the effects of training so tirelessly. ]
Forgive me if it's forward to say, but it seems you've been at this a while.