[Kadoc mutters under his breath; only Gareth, supported by him now that she's upright and pressed in closer, is likely to hear it. It's definitely breaking character, but he can't help it. There's something ridiculously familiar about the situation of Fujimaru just going off and inciting things without any fear of what might happen to her in the process. . . . Between her and Gareth, Kadoc's attention is completely caught up, his environmental awareness in overdrive. Is Gareth really okay? He keeps her close, instinctively, when she initiates that. Is Ritsuka going to be okay?! This is seconds away from erupting into a fight, and this mission isn't worth an actual brawl . . .
Something moves out of the corner of his eye, though, and instantly all of his attention is on that. A woman is pushing through the crowd towards them, scantily clad as all of the employees are, but with muscles on her that make her look like she might have been one of the bouncers instead. She's bustling in the direction of the tension like a woman on a mission, clearing a path with long, confident strides.
There we go. That's our first knight—
—and then she nudges aside the wrong person, and the first punch is thrown.
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[Kadoc mutters under his breath; only Gareth, supported by him now that she's upright and pressed in closer, is likely to hear it. It's definitely breaking character, but he can't help it. There's something ridiculously familiar about the situation of Fujimaru just going off and inciting things without any fear of what might happen to her in the process. . . . Between her and Gareth, Kadoc's attention is completely caught up, his environmental awareness in overdrive. Is Gareth really okay? He keeps her close, instinctively, when she initiates that. Is Ritsuka going to be okay?! This is seconds away from erupting into a fight, and this mission isn't worth an actual brawl . . .
Something moves out of the corner of his eye, though, and instantly all of his attention is on that. A woman is pushing through the crowd towards them, scantily clad as all of the employees are, but with muscles on her that make her look like she might have been one of the bouncers instead. She's bustling in the direction of the tension like a woman on a mission, clearing a path with long, confident strides.
There we go. That's our first knight—
—and then she nudges aside the wrong person, and the first punch is thrown.
Here we go.]