Shimour raised his brow and looked down at Eiro with a scoff, "If you say so. Anyway, are we doing this, or are we just standing around chatting all day?"
Krog looked at Eiro confused and curious, "What are you doing?"
"We'll fight," the demon said bluntly, as he turned his head to the side. His shadow grew a darker black as Mislan stepped out of it holding a set of armor. Just like Eiro himself, Mislan could easily travel through nearby shadows, so he could be basically wherever he needed to be in places like the manor in a matter of seconds.
Eiro quickly placed the dragon-scale armor onto his body, as Shimour sighed, "What, do you seriously want to go all-out?"
"...I won't use large-scale magic or anything, but I figured we might as well go all-out in a physical fight."
"You say you'll hold back?" Shimour asked, "Do you really think you can afford that?"
