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Luca M. Feygor

Luca was only vaguely listening to Erin as he informed the group of their position, his mind already thinking ahead. Realising as well that they weren’t far off from the flag, he felt a small sense of eagerness tug as his chest but was wary to fully entrust his hopes to it. The raging thunder storm still cast a foreboding image, darkening the path ahead of them and Luca had yet to see two of the students they started the class with.

He stepped closer to Rue and Nemesis and bent down to check over her, pressing his fingers gently against her wrist as he checked for her pulse. Rue was even paler than usual, and with her white hair falling loosely over her resting face she really did look like a sleeping beauty. Noting that her breathing was even, he exhaled a sigh, allowing the tension in his shoulders to ease.

The lithe form of Suren startled him as she approached then, her red hair seemingly matching the fiery nature of her hell hound. She suggested allowing her bond to carry Rue and Luca relented, reasoning the bond would at least provide a more stable platform. "Thanks," He offered the other student. Regardless of this, he kept stride next to the them to maintain a watchful eye on her.

'This is unusual behaviour from you.' Blue’s mental voice observed.

Luca frowned at this even though he agreed, 'You took your time.' He returned eventually, clearly avoiding the topic.

'I’m not a combat bond,' Blue responded and Luca could almost imagine the demon’s nonchalant shrug along with the comment, 'That’s your job.'

'Well be prepared, we're almost at the flag.' Luca warned.