Snippet #2458430

"A newbie..." Michael sighed and lowered the sword, rubbing his arm and wondering what the pain was...he couldn't see any serious injury at all, save for a slight discoloration. It seemed to have damaged his clothes a bit...disappointing. But there was no point in crying; his clothes were way too extravagant and expensive to begin with. "Well, I guess that does summarize me well enough." He watched the person with the gas mask slam the cyborg into the ground and walk away. "Um...okay, no need to worry anymore, I suppose?"

Looking up, he called to the magma titan, "Atlanthal, the problem has been taken care of. Ease off a bit, but just be prepared in case he tries anything." Then he walked back to Luna and smiled, a relieved look on his face. "Well, sorry for jumping in there without knowing what I was doing. I probably caused you to worry more, didn't I?"

Just as the cyborg had claimed he had attacked Luna for attacking his only friend, Michael also had jumped in to defend one of his only two allies--Atlanthal couldn't really be called his friend yet. Seems he was still being a bit too reckless about it, though...clenching his hand a little, he reminded himself he'd have to get a bit stronger. Let's see, what had the person with the gas mask called him...a "goddamn anemic stick"? That really needed to be corrected.

With the claymore lowered to his side, he changed to a more serious expression as he faced Luna. "So, why did you attack his bird, anyway? It's not like that could have been the rapist. So don't go attacking people on a whim like that again, okay? That might get us into a bit more trouble next time."