[ Around them, the battle wages on: the ship's captain moves to defend the failure in the mana barrier, the crew races to see the fires of the explosion quelled before they might be further spread, and in the absence of the terrorized shrieks and cries of the enemies which Lapis had devastated, the raw fulmination of magic can be heard from high overhead. It is, perhaps, a measure of good fortune that no lightning spell finds the vessel from afar, that there is brief pause in the consecutive waves of Noir soldiers who would seek to take the ship, for Lapis is (trembling, her gold eyes wide with shock as she shakes her head, pleading him to do that which he cannot possibly abide by) returning to herself. She is free from her wrath, and in its wake, in response to her objections, he can only offer her this: ]
How could I, and how could anyone, stand aside and watch their friend be hurt? [ If Lapis herself could not tolerate such a thing, then she knows the force which drives Sion as he makes way for them across deck, leading with Guiding Light no sooner than she falls into step at his side. ] So protect me, guard my right, as I protect you and guard your left. You are strong, Lapis, of this I have no doubt, but I will not allow for you to face danger alone. Just as you drew me back on that day at Palamède...
[ And is that not a fond memory: Lapis' wind beneath his feet, her arm linked with his own before his ward had gone on a tirade? His smile does not fade as they push forward together, only giving pause in their venture to the bow of the ship when the wind stalls their movements (he will not see Lapis swept from her feet so easily!), or when Noir soldiers who seek to board the vessel are in need of tossing back, into hungry waves which threw even the ships which rode their backs. ]
I will see you to safety.
[ Even if, by the time they arrive at the mana cannons, Sion is dead weight on his feet, and he drives Guiding Light into the deck itself to stand as fulcrum upon which he might be able to rest.
Whether or not their companions have fared any better, is the question. ]
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How could I, and how could anyone, stand aside and watch their friend be hurt? [ If Lapis herself could not tolerate such a thing, then she knows the force which drives Sion as he makes way for them across deck, leading with Guiding Light no sooner than she falls into step at his side. ] So protect me, guard my right, as I protect you and guard your left. You are strong, Lapis, of this I have no doubt, but I will not allow for you to face danger alone. Just as you drew me back on that day at Palamède...
[ And is that not a fond memory: Lapis' wind beneath his feet, her arm linked with his own before his ward had gone on a tirade? His smile does not fade as they push forward together, only giving pause in their venture to the bow of the ship when the wind stalls their movements (he will not see Lapis swept from her feet so easily!), or when Noir soldiers who seek to board the vessel are in need of tossing back, into hungry waves which threw even the ships which rode their backs. ]
I will see you to safety.
[ Even if, by the time they arrive at the mana cannons, Sion is dead weight on his feet, and he drives Guiding Light into the deck itself to stand as fulcrum upon which he might be able to rest.
Whether or not their companions have fared any better, is the question. ]