Apryl almost screamed, stiff arm'ing Servee to stop him from getting his blood on her. Her eyes were in a panic; a frenzy for whoever this meteor man was. His will really was only limited to how hard he tried to hug her, though. Apryl hadn't begun any form of training and remained locked to her lowest form and weakest state. The one with the cannon seemed to have mastered himself already and very capable of taking and tanking damages.
“Hospitals are for those that would die anyway, there’s no time for any of that.”
"Are you insane? You're quite very obviously hurt more than you think!"
She got herself worked up a bit at seeing his struck state, even though her reaction to it was worse than his own. Her eyes met his for but a moment; in the very same he had decided it would be a good idea to grope her after. Her face turned a deeper red than her hair, her hem of her skirt, and her panties. Her hands both started to slap at his hand upon her rear, her head shaking rapidly form side to side.
"Really firm.."
"Pervert, pervert!"
Apryl's face went from red, to a pale white, to a deep red in seemingly half a second before she reeled her hand back to slap Servee for his rudeness and invasion of her privacy. Unfortunately for her as she raised her hand a bullet nearly breaking the sound barrier was fired and she screamed, cowering for a moment.
After realizing no more shells sprayed she lowered her defenses and looked around to see the woman responsible. She stared at her hair and decided to quickly make an association to dislike anything with the color green ever again in her life. She gulped, staring at the weapon gripped tightly by her adversary. Apryl sent up soft prayers.
”If you know what’s good for you, get out of the way and don’t speak of this.”
Gladly. Apryl didn't need any more invitations. She tried to run away and go home but Servee tightened his grip to somewhat painfully on her butt. She shut her corresponding eye and whined quietly while she simultaneously covered her ears to block some of the sound. Apryl looked up to see what she expected to be a doomed body but instead found no one until Kenna was beside them and she screamed again. Without her claymore she was weak, and she wasn't strong yet with one.
She took slight note of Servee's reaction to being attacked, biting her lip as she recognized the technique and felt safer under his expertise. But was he running from this woman? Or was she just hunting for an opponent? Apryl was entirely hopeless in protecting herself in the situation, or even helping, really.
”Heeeyyy... This may sound like a strange question, but can you fight? That would be really helpful if you knew how to fight. She’s going to be calling in a bunch of goons and we can’t have someone as pretty as you dying without a fight alright? And I guess this town probably shouldn’t be blown up either.”
"T-That's a lot of pressure!" Sweat began to drip from Apryl's forehead as she thought of their situation and her uselessness and helplessness. She started rapidly shaking her head and holding up her empty hands like an excuse. Servee grabbed her and rocketed them to the top of the building with her holding on and screaming sharply. She had only planned on going for a simple walk and now she was stuck with some guy she didn't know on top of a building potentially fighting for her life. Oh dear.
”You see those guys down there thinking they’re cool because they get to use cool swords and wear black? Those guys are fodder, but they wouldn’t normally be scary if they didn’t know they exist to die. So they’re more reckless with everything they do. See those innocent people getting butchered? Yeah, they’re like bandits but they don’t steal as much. Also, I’m a test subject for that project trying to link light energy with dark, and when I became more conscious they want to terminate me. Also.”
Her jaw dropped and she stared at him, first awed, then very angry. She frowned as her blood boiled for a moment, looking over at the edge for a moment before looking at him, watching his weak makeshift bandage. She wasn't feeling much pity for a boy who had decided to drag her into his mess very much.
"So out of the blue my ass is being groped by some guy, find out he's some experiment and I have to save him? NO! I can't even fight! I don't even have a goddamn claymore yet!" Yet she seemed to be ignored.
”Blood in the eyes is never a good thing.”
The hell did that mean? She opened her mouth to speak when he grabbed her and all she could do is scream as he leapt back off the building.
”Hey assholes! If I’m the one you want, it’s probably a good idea to not terrorize children, don’t you think?"
"O-Oi I'm eighteen!"