Snippet #1861483

Hopefully this swordsman's apparently fiery temper would be quenched somewhat after the imminent battle. Asides from this, he would certainly prove to be a useful ally, Dominic thought. The swordsman then proceeded to ask the radio presenter what he could contribute to the war effort although he could've asked a bit more politely. "D'you really think I'd be carrying this staff around if I didn't know how to use it? Anyway, I've picked up a few things from watching the locals fighting each other, and I've managed to mimic some of their magic. My colleagues say it's something to do with air pressure, I dunno. I'm just focusing on getting good at it." Dominic decided to omit the somewhat unpredictable nature that his "magic" had. There was always time for explanations later, when they weren't about to get attacked.

Hoshiko wasted no time in laying out a plan for defending the shrine. Naturally, Dominic was quick to agree with her. However, any comment that he had been about to make was abruptly cut off by the sound of death threats being carried on the wind. The enemy was here at last.

"Alright, sword guy, you take point. I'll cover you and provide fire support as and when needed. Hoshiko, other guy, you... um..." Dom's tone of voice had been notably crisp and clear, right up until the point when giving the others a task, when he faltered a little. "I'll just let you decide, if that's fine with you," he said to the shrine maiden before following the swordsman.

Woah. Bishies. And quite a few of them, actually. These weren't any Dark Crusaders he knew of; they were obviously a new bunch. As if their eagerness to attack the shrine wasn't a good enough clue in the first place, right? In any case, a retort was called for.

"I'd suggest that you consider eating your words. You never know; they might actually be good for you," he said affably.