[center][h3][color=f26522]-Lukas Kunze : Faith-[/color][/h3]

Today was the big day, and it was going to be grand. Sure, yesterday was a bit of a beat-down, but hell, his friend blessed him with new information. Some of the things were ridiculous, like getting a moderate shove out of bed... to polishing both Glaive and Armor. It was embarrassing still to glare at her naked body, but he was working on getting used to it. Regardless, she let him have a break today since this was when the grand finale would begin.

Sorcha vs that student... who she claimed had the strength to possibly be her match. Even so, Lukas had faith in the dragon. He would silently cheer her on... with most of his items relocated outside the tower afterwords. Honestly, he didn't understand why they were to duel at the top due to collateral damage, plus the acres wold be in trouble too. Lukas wasn't just going to be there for support, he was going to be there to mitigate any excess damage if they destroyed the tower.

Classes went smoothly; from the pyromaniac to the archer, nothing was truly dull... though, eventually, the day closed, and the ball transpired. Of course, he had other plans. Most of his clothes and other necessities were being relocated to a nearby tree, gathering a few strange looks, even fewer insults from passing students. Lukas was fairly certain the majority of them were nobles with inflated egos, but alas... he was certain neither brains or skill matched up to such a thing. Regardless, taking a seat, Lukas await the battle to start, to end, in victory or defeat, he would support his allies.
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After a few minutes, the challenger made his debut, entering the tower and... wait. How the heck did he get to the top? Lukas was certain that the only way in was through the window. Great. The battle hadn't even start and chaos was already wrought. Regardless, Lukas exited out of his laptop and tossed it to the ground with the rest of his essentials, it landing with no damage, despite the height. Lukas could only stand up straight, giving a simple wave of the hand to display his presence to the dragon.

Then it began.

Lukas saw the clashing of two bodies, of two souls - so this person was a challenge, eh? From the looks of it, Lukas could already tell if they went all out, he would be heavily outmatched, luck wouldn't even safeguard him from either of them as they furiously toppled and tumbled, a flurry of techniques were used... ones that caused the destruction of the tower. Before he knew it, they plummeted down into the recesses, the belly, taking stone and tar with them to the edges of the earthen below. While he should of gotten a distance away, he was a tidbit closer than he should of been. Debris and dust flew in the general vicinity of the boy, catching slabs of stone to small shrapnel. However, that look of awe would never change.

That look of analysis as he did his best to study the duo properly... but with this much carnage, even he knew this was dangerous, even as it was the start of the fight. Lukas would need a better place to see the fight... hmm...
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Lukas stood on top of the assigned dorms, overlooking the destruction. While it was just as hazardous to be there, it was something else, other than a simple fight. These two thirsted for destruction, lightning bolts enveloped the area, striking even near where he was. This wasn't good at all. Using his swords, he attempted to make them his lightning rod as they floated around the vicinity, guarding the area, as well as him. All he knew was that most people from the ball would possibly note of this.

[color=f26522]"Come on Sorcha, you got this!"[/color] Even his loudest screeches of prideful support were drowned by the constant lightning. It wouldn't be enough, oh not. That Oni was preparing something too, he could see it from this marginal distance. This wasn't going exactly as he thought it would - he was an dwarf in the way of giants... giants that would probably kill students in their dorms. Hopping to his feet, most of his items followed behind him as he leaped off the building, landing on the pavement.

[color=f26522][i]"Damnit, I have no time!... Is this it?"[/i][/color]
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... no... no, it wasn't. The fight came to a complete close with the interruption of none other than the Headmistress. Out of thin air, a wisp to end the war. Lukas could only hear the echos of anger and discouragement towards Sorcha and the Oni. her words reverberated loud enough for even him to note as he ascended upon the ruins. He felt some energy exerted by Livia, though it was more like an old scratch that wouldn't leave, an itch.

... she probably knew he was there, but Lukas witnessed it all. He was... actually horrified, almost to the point of tears to see Sorcha in a sorry state, the crimson blood. Lukas hated this, powerless to do anything, powerless to help a companion in need. Sure, they were friends for a few days, but there was a minor connection, an invisible tie in his own soul.

Whether she felt that same friendship or not... who knew.

Eavesdropping on the conversation, he procured more info as they spoke. [color=f26522][i]"Arata, an Oni, eh? No wonder he had immense strength. Probably lived around the time of feudal Japan or something if he harbors the power to rival a dragon."[/i][/color] Lukas was a mess of thoughts, scattered memories, a single tear. He wanted to reach out, he wanted to say something... yet he lacked that mental capacity. That singular weakness.

Eventually, the time came for him to be blessed with new information, what truly held the dragon back. His ears were perked as the Headmaster spun a short tale of a curse conceived by a phoenix, one that would whittle away her health, one that would outright dissolve the remaining life within Sorcha. Lukas felt the need to learn more about this. He legitimately wanted to help Sorcha sever the curse, because this was all... so...

Discouraging.

Eventually, the woman dissipated into thin air with an unconscious Sorcha, leaving the Oni and hidden Magi. Once Arata left the ravaged building, Lukas took to the place, the myriads of clothes, blades, and other items floating behind him. Lukas now too had something else to strive towards - surpassing them all, the Oni too, finding the power to unleash a way to protect those he cared. If he could earn such a thing... no, he will, one way or another. What he had meant so much to him, and he didn't want to lose more. The flashbacks played like a broken record, showing that one scene in that singular mission gone awry.

Staring at the puddle left, Lukas looked up at the twilight, breathing in the destruction of this place. [color=f26522]"She took you to the infirmary,"[/color] Lukas uttered, stretching momentarily as he glanced at the building before him, standing strong, standing proudly. One moment he was there, the next, he was sprinting as fast as he could, every little thing floating at the same pace as he. Lukas said he would make the promise of supporting her, whether in victory or defeat...

So he would. Friendships were precious to him after all, no matter how short or long they were.

Plus, maybe if he could learn more about this curse, he could diverge into these books, maybe assisting in sloughing off such a thing. [color=f26522][i]"The Phoenix; a bird that has endless life, and is truly unable to traverse to the afterlife... that bird will keep losing everything as time withers... but not them."[/i][/color] It was a bit pitiful to think of it that way, but Lukas kept a determined visage, a smile to dissuade any interlopers in his travels toward the specified destination.

The infirmary.
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It only took him a few minutes as he panted vehemently, looking upon the sign which visibly shared the location. The place wasn't all to bad as many made it to be, save for a couple of peculiar experiments and curious trinkets Meredith had... eh, he would brave those too. Approaching the door with an army of clothes, an outstretched hand made its way towards the door. Hopefully Meredith wouldn't mind the intrusion, nor Headmistress Livia.[/center]