Snippet #2459747

"Gods... Is there anything we can do? We have to try, we have to do something!"

We, yes, we. Martin knew exactly what this entailed. He was directly involved now whether he liked it or not. Not that he didn't want to help. He knew if he was going to be of any help to anyone today, this would be it. He was worried about leaving to go check it out though. With the teacher's black butler watching over them while she and the plant mage dueled they might cause a disturbance which would be rectified by the mysterious looking demon.

He was not looking forward to being beaten up, either physically or verbally. If he went with Oralee then the teachers would most likely scold him and punish him in some way too. If he stayed however he was looking at being the callous teacher's punching bag for some time. Either which way he looked at it, it didn't make a difference. He figured he might as well help the falling mage out, then at least someone will have had a better day than him.

His day wasn't all too bad though. He learned quite a bit about the supernatural world and met Oralee, a nice light mage like himself. He almost wondered if this kind of background she and he shared was common to most light mages or if this coincidence was exactly that, a coincidence.


"Maybe the teacher won't notice, if we go over there... I don't know about you, but I'm at least going to try."

Martin looked back at the duel. Considering how much setup the plant mage was requiring to effectively establish his spell list's synergies the duel could last a while. He estimated that the fight would probably not reach a conclusion before they returned if all went accordingly.

"Oralee, you are certain to find yourself at home when a...'field trip' comes around."

"Akiari, shut up!" She and her demon quarreled.
"It's one of my few chances to do something right. I want to try, please..."


By this point motes of light were drifting about her. Martin stepped forward, easing his weight onto his crutch while moving directly in front of Oralee. He reached past the wisps of light and, rightful permission or not, lightly placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright. Let's go see if he or she needs our help." His deep dark blue eyes met her ocean blue eyes. His tone was reassuring and his mouth was a friendly yet determined smile. Removing his hand from her shoulder he turned to the direction the mage was falling and proceeded to slowly limp his way towards the mage's landing site.

He figured if there were any consequences for what they were doing, he alone would accept the blame. After all, he was the one who was meant to be standing in line to duel the teacher, she was simply a spectator. Worse comes to worse he would make sure Oralee would come to no punishment, even at his own expense.

All the while his demon watched, never missing a moment of this. Every decision made by Martin would form the basis for his argument later, this instance was no exception.