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The nerve strikes to his wrist left his hand virtually useless, which didn’t put him in a good position to strike back. Though, he’d had to fight with a broken left arm before, so he would make do. Exerting all his energy, he moved with immense speed towards Neirin, darting towards him faster than he could blink. By the time he was upon him, his right hand stopped just shy of his face, enough to taunt the man before he disappeared again. This was the first time he’d used teleportation in a fight, something he had been working on accomplishing for quite some time. Reappearing in a flash of blue neon light behind Neirin, he brought the full force of his left elbow down on Neirin’s head, before he was distracted by something in the distance. His senses had caught the better of him, and he simply put a hand on Neirin’s shoulder calmly, with little time to spare. “Excuse me Neirin. I think I may have to call this fight.” It was going to be close, but he figured he could just barely make it. Putting one foot before the other, and moving at lightning speeds, he stopped just under one of the trees in the orchard and put his arms out. Falling into them, was Elle.

“And what do we have here?” Dragged down by the weight of Elle rushing into his arms, he peered around the orchard before his eyes trained on Neirin. “It would seem I’m going to have to call this brief fight to a close. Maybe another time, Neirin. I believe the lady is in need of my assistance.” Stepping to the side, he disappeared, reappearing in the lustrous Audience Hall which was now strangely empty. Carrying Elle onto the platforms where the throne was seated, he placed her in the center chair without paying much attention to who the chair belonged to. Inspecting her arm, he placed his palm over the abrasion before his hand began to give off a faint glow. “I’ve never done this before, so hang tight.” Holding his touch there briefly, he pulled away only to find fresh skin in the scrapes place. “Well, you still have your arm, so that’s a plus.” Titan wasn’t one to use healing magic, and while he had had some instruction during his days as a student, it wasn’t enough to get him out of a serous bind.

“Where did I leave off last time? Awe yes, Eirelle. She was a blonde bombshell who could do things not even your wildest fantasies could comprehend. Her technique was just flawless.” For some strange reason, he’d come to tell Elle about all of his sexual escapades in his two-thousand year run. And unfortunately, he hadn’t finished “Then there was her sister, Nyrrielle, who was a lot more competent than she looked. She could do things that would drive a man’s senses wild.” Stopping in his tracks, he quickly saw a connection between their names. “Elle. I suppose the only Elle I didn’t have was you.” Eyeing the woman amusingly, he took a step back, hoping to avoid being swatted. “You’re looking good there Queen Elle.” It was no secret now that he’d sat Elle down in the Queen’s chair. But he suspected the Queen wouldn’t mind, especially being that she was in distress. Though, Serenia’s took respecting their Queen quite seriously, so who was to say how she would react.