As I witness the fights going on, I begin to feel a surge within myself as sweat begins to drip off my forehead.
I haven't fought in almost a week now, and my core memories emphasize the importance of combat and fighting.
Trying to refrain from succumbing to them lest I break this form and cause more problems.
Thinking to myself further, I know I could take this man, as Draven seems to have resolved to see this fight to the end as well, with his hand on his bladeless hilt, ready for any event that could involve him.
Focusing back on the fight, the burly man has Emilia's hand trapped within his before yelling back at her,
"Don't worry, you monster! The only viable place for you left in this world is to die and not burden anyone else!"
With his hand over her wrist, not letting her retreat.
He puts his hand above his chest, twisting his two index and middle fingers while connecting the rest to make a circle and screams out,
"Noctura! It's time to dance."
