[Some would say "coincidence". Others may use "fate". There are also those who would call it "divine intervention", perhaps.
Ultimately, it makes no difference. The boys wouldn't have been able to hear much in ways of footsteps even if they tried, the new set practically flew in once it was obvious even from further out closer to the edge of the lake surrounding the Lovers' shrine that a struggle is taking place. (More than one too, arguably so.) Finding the scene as it is, for the first time since gaining consciousness in Horos, Ciel almost hesitates.
It doesn't last long. She has no right, forfeited it herself out of her own free will. Her priority needs no thinking over, that too had been decided for quite some time now. Thus the dark blur that directly rushes up to Gen with a burst of speed human eyes cannot follow does not bother with courtesies, this is a situation where one will simply have to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. The prickly teen will most likely be angry, but suppose she'll just have to owe him two favors after this - maybe more, she's willing to negotiate. He'd probably see this as a nuisance, after all, no matter how painfully obvious it is to anyone else that if he keeps pushing himself, he'll be the one to burn out.
Within less than a blink, a clean uppercut is administered to Gen's chin with the sole intent to snap him unconscious as swiftly and painlessly as possible. Ciel is at his side the next instant, fully prepared to cushion the weight of his head at her chest before he falls. She catches him, of course, it is simply her duty to take an ally who is injured and in need of medical attention back to base safely. They are Kenoma, and today, their orders were to bring back newly hatched Aions to Achamoth. Getting themselves killed chasing after their sworn enemies is not that, so she has a perfectly legitimate reason to interfere. Her fellow The Martyrs will simply have to endure. They're both resilient like cockroaches, right? She's seen and felt it firsthand. So...
Yet she couldn't help casting a wary glance towards the pillar, even as she tucks one arm beneath Gen's shoulder to prop him up against her in support. His injured arm won't be difficult to treat, it'll be a quick matter to stop the bleeding. The biting scent of iron she is intimately familiar with remains far too thick here, however, whispering a story she could already chance a guess at even if she hasn't already registered the presence of two kindred souls she's far too attuned to for her own liking.
They need to go. All of them. Whatever that happened here, it's enough. Too much, as is.]
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Ultimately, it makes no difference. The boys wouldn't have been able to hear much in ways of footsteps even if they tried, the new set practically flew in once it was obvious even from further out closer to the edge of the lake surrounding the Lovers' shrine that a struggle is taking place. (More than one too, arguably so.) Finding the scene as it is, for the first time since gaining consciousness in Horos, Ciel
almosthesitates.It doesn't last long. She has no right, forfeited it herself out of her own free will. Her priority needs no thinking over, that too had been decided for quite some time now. Thus the dark blur that directly rushes up to Gen with a burst of speed human eyes cannot follow does not bother with courtesies, this is a situation where one will simply have to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. The prickly teen will most likely be angry, but suppose she'll just have to owe him two favors after this - maybe more, she's willing to negotiate. He'd probably see this as a nuisance, after all, no matter how painfully obvious it is to anyone else that if he keeps pushing himself, he'll be the one to burn out.
Within less than a blink, a clean uppercut is administered to Gen's chin with the sole intent to snap him unconscious as swiftly and painlessly as possible. Ciel is at his side the next instant, fully prepared to cushion the weight of his head at her chest before he falls. She catches him, of course, it is simply her duty to take an ally who is injured and in need of medical attention back to base safely. They are Kenoma, and today, their orders were to bring back newly hatched Aions to Achamoth. Getting themselves killed chasing after their sworn enemies is not that, so she has a perfectly legitimate reason to interfere.
Her fellowThe Martyrs will simply have to endure. They're both resilient like cockroaches, right? She's seen and felt it firsthand. So...Yet she couldn't help casting a wary glance towards the pillar, even as she tucks one arm beneath Gen's shoulder to prop him up against her in support. His injured arm won't be difficult to treat, it'll be a quick matter to stop the bleeding. The biting scent of iron she is intimately familiar with remains far too thick here, however, whispering a story she could already chance a guess at even if she hasn't already registered the presence of two kindred souls she's far too attuned to for her own liking.
They need to go. All of them. Whatever that happened here, it's enough. Too much, as is.]