Still standing on the stairwell, Tycondrius looked down and nodded sagely, "You're very welcome, young lady."
Athena's gratitude lifted his spirits slightly. It was nice to be thanked-- even if he had to more-or-less request it.
"You tried to kill her, dude!" Tanamar shouted.
This much was true. Tycon hadn't held back with his last attack, fully trusting in Athena's capabilities to survive. Of course, if he wanted to kill her for certain, he would have used a skill or attacked her while she was completely unaware.
"Miss Athena is obviously not dead," Tycon groaned. "I don't understand why you're so upset."
"Sir Tycon?" Athena shyly approached the stairs, "Can... can we keep fighting? I still have a lot of mana and it feels... uncomfortable."
