[ Kojirou shrugs. Apparently she actually had some athleticism, but that wasn't nearly enough to be considered reassuring. ]

Fire has a tendency to spread. What's aimed at me could very well end up burning you too.

[ As for him, he's going to stare said overgrown lizard in the eye, waiting for the exact moment when fireball shot out of its mouth before dodging barely to the side, catching the flames with the edge of his sword even as the sheer heat ate at the hems of his uniform.

His flag was a godsend here, converting the power of the elements, in this case the hailstorm into a field of cold defending both his blade and his body from the worst of the heat as his sword carved into the mana of the dragon breath. It was a bit of a risky move, but a Holy Knight had such an ability, and his wooden sword by itself wasn't going to pierce a dragon's hide, so he had to take the chance. ]

If you want to run, I won't blame you. You barely seem to know how to use your weapon.

[ But if she wants to help, well then, she can take his needling as motivation. ]