Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai
The pink-haired woman made sure to keep looking away from Revan, even after he explained himself. "Yes, we can find you some clothes at the hall," Hana affirmed. She wasn't sure if there actually was any spare clothes he could borrow, but she would make sure he was clothed if she was going to be drinking with him and Matisuki. Rather than continue pouting about his indecency, Hana tilted her head slightly to look at Sage as he woke up. Apparently letting Revan slap him enough got him up. "The slapping worked," Hana noted aloud. She thought about the idea for a moment, about slapping someone to wake them up. I'm a heavy sleeper. I hope nobody slaps me in my sleep to wake me up...
After dismissing the thought, Hana looked back to Sage. "You are a minor, yes," Hana confirmed, despite this being obvious and not in need of discussion. "It would be rude not to cater to guests like Revan and Matisuki. Even if they arrive indecent, we must treat them to the best of our abilities. If they want to go for drinks, then we shall oblige them. Jeanne and I will have drinks with them, but you will have milk instead." It didn't even occur to her that suggesting Sage have milk could be taken as rude. In fact she only suggested it because it was the first non-alcoholic drink she could think of that might be served at a bar. "But we must first be presentable, so we must find clothes for Revan."
Ajax Thera - Hellmouth
The moment the magic circle appeared underneath Ajax, the Wizard Saint gave a light hop backwards. The jet of water blasted past him, but he didn't seem the least bit surprised or concerned by the trap. Afterwards his attacker finally appeared from the steam. After giving him another threat, he created a blade of water extending from his arm and launched a barrage of attacks at Ajax. "Lava Dragon's Magma Armor." Lava formed around Ajax's hands, spreading up his arms until they were both covered completely in magma. Rather than moving from his position and risking stepping into another trap, Ajax held his ground against the high-speed assault.
For a man of his size, Ajax proved how fast he could be. Moving only his upper body, mainly his arms, he blocked each strike by the empowered water blade. The heat of his magma armor not only weakened the water before it would even connect, but the strength of the armor itself wasn't daunted by the attacks once they did. Steam would explode from the impact point with every block, though the continuous heat would lift the steam after a few seconds, preventing the space around Ajax from becoming too clouded. And once Ira backed away to attempt a ranged attack, Ajax continued to hold his position. The thin jet was blocked by crossing his arms over his chest. The steam cloud that erupted from this connection also dispersed after a few seconds, but Ajax was revealed to be unharmed.
"You have impressive power behind your attacks," Ajax complimented, looking up the moment Ira appeared overhead. He was preparing some kind of powerful attack, coming down on Ajax while within a violent torrent of water and red energy. "But..." The Wizard Saint held his right hand back, forming a tight fist. The ground underneath him visibly began to crack from the magical pressure building up. "It's not enough." At the last second, just before Ira would crash into him, Ajax thrust his lava-coated fist forward. As he swung the lava expanded, growing thicker and brighter as the swing left an arc of lava droplets in its path.
"Lava Dragon's Iron Fist!"
The two powerful spells collided, immediately sending a gust of power across the plateau. The violent winds brought forth by the collision banished most of the flames, on top of entirely ripping some of the burning grass out of the ground. Underneath Ajax the cracked ground completely shattered, sending dirt and stone flying in all directions and leaving him in the center of a crater. Then the explosion occurred. Magical power exploding outwards from the impact point between the two spells, bathing Ira and Ajax in white light. But within a split-second of the collision a pillar of orange shot vertically through the explosion. A plume of lava, resultant of Ajax's spell, burst through the magic, going into the sky.
As the dust settled and the light levels returned to normal, Ajax was alone in the crater. Ira had been quick to retreat immediately after his attack, but Ajax's attack would've likely left him somewhat seared. Or at the very least concerned. Meanwhile the big man himself still had his arms coated in lava, standing upright and strong like a proud soldier. His armor had always been scarred, so it was difficult to tell if it even took damage, but the black cloth around it was notably tattered now. "Now that I have a taste of your magic," Ajax spoke, his voice as monotone as ever. "I will take the initiative."
"Lava Dragon's Maw." Ajax jumped up into the air, above the demolished plateau. After taking a deep breath, he faced the ground below and opened his mouth wide. Lava began to pour out of his mouth like a flowing river, so much that it would cover the entire plateau and then some. Turning the battlefield into a sea of lava was, ultimately, lethal for most mages. Ira had already proved he was of a caliber high enough to survive or circumvent the change, so Ajax wasn't worried he would lose the opportunity to interrogate him later. He hadn't pinpointed Ira's position just yet, but the lava attack before would finally eliminate the mist. He would have nowhere to hide by the time the lava reached the ground, let alone Ajax himself. "You picked the wrong Fragment holder to attack today."
