[spoiler]FINALLY.[/spoiler] [i]The hefty, loud sound of thick metallic boots slamming to the ground could be heard to the mage's right, about twenty feet away, about right after the tree had combusted into cinders, the footsteps growing closer and closer to Alon as whoever was approaching was getting closer as well. Finally, the figure came into view, standing some feet away from Alon as they suddenly stopped in place, their golden boots resting against the dirty forest ground. The feminine figure stood at six foot six, seeming to be standing completely straight, while she did have an hourglass posture. She didn't seem to be fat nor thin, but instead in between, as if she was also athletic or at least somewhat muscular. The armor that hid her body away was crafted out of gold, while thick hardlight shields covered the surface of the armor, as layers of carbon fiber and titanium rested underneath. Decorating the knightess's breastplate were an assortment of bright red rubies, shined and adorning the armor in a rather spectacular fashion. Alon was familiar with this armor. It belonged to the one that he had previously spoken to, and the one that had brought the child to the Dojo, seeking a medic or mage to save the bleeding boy's life. In fact, it was the one that had proceeded to care for the boy for quite a while now. This time, however, no growling lion helmet sat upon the female's head, but instead rested in the palm of the left gauntlet of the girl, as if she did not wish to wear it at the moment. The girl herself...seemed strikingly young, probably about eighteen or nineteen, with slightly tanned, smooth skin, high yet shallow cheekbones, pinkish lips and a small nose. The eyes of the girl were a bright electric yellow, as if the power of electricity coursed through her, both eyes pointed straight towards Alon. Long red hair fell from her head and onto her armored shoulders, not moving and simply frozen in place, similar to the girl. Strapped onto her back was her signature seven foot nine inch long golden and steel cross-like spear, and while two beams of gold protruded from the sides of the spear at the tip, a large spearhead was attached firmly at the end, which formed a cross. Electricity flickered off of the metal silently, coursing through its structure as the weapon waited within its sheath. Also slung onto the woman's back was a fully automatic slug firing shotgun, a massive drum magazine already slammed into the body of the weapon, while the gunmetal and yellow paint shined rather vibrantly in the sunlight that rained down upon the two within the forest. The final item that may have been considered a "weapon" was a simple iron chime, strapped to the woman's side and held to the golden armor rather tightly. It seemed to be a prized possession to the dragonslaying knightess, to say the least. [/i] [i]The Dragonslayer only stared upon Alon, but not with a look of downright hatred, or an insatiable fury, or anything of the matter: it was a look of sadness. As if for once, she had felt pity for the mage, for she had never experienced his struggles, and what he had endured in his life. After a moment of silence, she spoke in a hushed tone, lowering her head as she did so.[/i] "...I never thanked you for helping the boy, Y'know...I should have. He is doing well, just so you know...and that's...thanks to you." [i]There was a small tint of grief within the voice of the Dragonslayer, as if she had regretted not thanking the mage for his kind actions. Or perhaps something else, something that she blamed herself for.[/i] [i]Raising her head towards Alon, she opened her eyes wide as she spoke up a little louder, noticing the remains of and trees and such. Unlike her last conversation, she wasn't trying to be hateful or dislikable, but instead kind. Something had changed, perhaps for the better. [/i] "...I'm sorry if I came at a bad time. It just seems as though it's...one of those times."