[i]Minerva Fairchild[/i] - [u]The Wrath of Ancient Kings[/u]

Sitting at the bar and periodically checking the handkerchief if the bleeding had stopped, Minerva heard a voice beside her. Turning her gaze slightly to look to where it came from with the corner of her eye, she looked eye to eye with Felix as he finished his inquiry. 

Whether or not she decided to tell him the full truth was [i]another[/i] matter, but for now it would have to suffice. 

[color=662d91]"You are partly correct, sir."[/color] She curtly began respectfully, relinquishing the handkerchief from her cheek as the bleeding had finally come to a stop and she leaned over the side of the bar to the sink, leaning of course upon her tip toes to do so. Cold water ran then, as the crisp water ran through the silk and washed off the crimson and iron.

[color=662d91]"It is whole body enhancement magic. Both agility and strength are increased once I draw either one of these swords. So in an essence, your summary was correct. I move faster than normal when in combat."[/color]

Her continued speech was suddenly interrupted by someone coming up and vigorously shaking first Felix's hand and then gently shaking hers. Perplexed by the oddity of his behavior and being barely able to understand the mixed hastened garble that was his speech, the only return that the hand-shaker received was a lofted, quizzical brow, and a simple response.

[color=662d91]"Nice to meet you, I think? Minerva is my name."[/color]

Glancing back over to Felix, her perplexed stance turned back into one that was apathetic rather quickly. [color=662d91]"It was a brand of magic I inherited from my father."[/color] When Fleo asked for help getting Damian inside, Minerva scowled slightly. [color=662d91]"[i]Mister S-Class[/i] can sleep in the crater as far as I am concerned."[/color]