Forest glared and said, "Have you not been paying any goddamn attention to what I'm bloody saying? I'm trying to tell her that magic isn't the end all evil she thinks it is. If she wants to hunt evil wizards and can, bully for her, but if she harms some harmless healer that's something else entirely."
"Regardless of who or what Amelia harms, innocent or not, I will not let you change her by force. But go ahead, talk to her. If you can convince this child to limit her targets without violating her mind with your psychic powers, then I will see it as Amelia doing what she wants, and not what she is desired to."
Backing down from his combat stance, Karna put a fist to his hip and eyed Forest closely, waiting for her response. In preparation for the possibility of hostility, the suit that donned him disintegrated into particles of prana to be called upon whenever needed, leaving him in just his golden, spiky armor. A cape of flames that burned nothing cradled his shoulders, and the finest spinel, as if it had been cut flawlessly by the Supreme God for an eternity, was embedded in his naked chest.
"Magic is neither good nor evil," Wynn said with a sigh, "It is like earth, air, water, or fire. It is energy and change. How it is wielded determines if it is 'good' or 'evil', but that is in the eye of the beholder. What the man with the glasses thinks as 'good' might be considered 'evil' by the Little Mouse over there. If the girl cannot tell the difference between someone who means harm and someone who does not, then she is not responsible enough to wield her blade."
"It seems that the friends who lack your anger issues are noticeably more educated than you, Forest. The Lady is correct. However, if Amelia wants to hunt those who mean no harm, I cannot within my rights stop her."
"Really, huh?" Neo said as an answer to the brown-haired woman when she told him about her capabilities of defending herself. His eyes' focus then shifted to her artificial right hand. He just said to himself that, maybe, this was why she was not afraid of being alone all by herself. "Okay, I fuckin' believe ya'."
He then went on talking. "Well, ya' say that yo' lil' bro just went missin' out here and now, you gon' lookin' fo' him, ain't that fuckin' right? And then now, you lost, too. I mean, goddamn. I'm pretty sure that your fucking bro' knows that maybe it's goin' to be a long-ass time befo' yo' gon' walking again and I'm speakin' with a grain o' motherfucking hope here. I would have said that yo' brotha's a fucking retard if it wasn't for fact that even retards know betta' than to go outta their own because they'll just cry in a corner if they're lost or something. Mo'so, you also got lost while tryin' to look for him."
"Something tells me that there's something not right here, either with yo' brother, who honestly sounds like he doesn't care fo' you, or with that ya' said, like you ain't telling me something. Because it makes me think like you've just landed yo' asses on this East Jesus of Nowhere city and you don't know shit about this place. And honestly, me and my crew just landed here too, ya' know?"
"I see... So people ending up here at random is a common occurance. How very troublesome."
He then took out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it up using a tiny spit of flame he snapped from his fingers.
Noticing the display of magecraft, Fiore then began talking, this time letting no secrets be.
"Well, seeing as you seem to have some magical ability, I can be honest. Me and presumably my brother as well have ended up in this peculiar city, and I'm looking for him. He's perfectly capable of defending himself, but he is rather naive at times, and as such I fear for his safety."
With her bright smile remaining, she continued in earnest.
"But I really can't take your precious time by asking you for help. That would be improper of me."
Lancer walked up to the group, nodded, and said, "Yo. I heard a commotion and someone sounding like an ass to a young lady."
"Ah, don't mind that, mister, it was just a misunderstanding", came from the girl with a genuine expression that could melt metal with it's sheer sweetness.
A scream that echoed off the walls rang out as La Folia finally came, her sheath clamping upon Gabriel's length like like a vice. Even in orgasm, she kept thrusting to the best of her ability, hoping to have him follow her even as bliss ravaged her body.
