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Nils nodded, following FD and Mel outside. When he saw Zelos, his eyes widened.
"... What the heck is going on?" The bard murmured, deciding to himself to only watch.

"It's a sword fight." Melethia said. "Want me to break it up?"

Amelia kept her back turned to the fight, arms still crossed over her chest. She winced with every sound of the fight, the punches thrown and kicks launched, especially as she heard the unmistakable sound of metal being unsheathed. She stared hard at the wall. Can't believe them... fighting like this... why are they even fighting, anyway??

Nino arrives. She then stares in disbelief at Zelos and Abel. "What the heck is going on here?"

Renault paused upon entering, eyes taking in everything here at once. All right, this was supposed to be a party, and there were people fighting? For the love of the Goddess, didn't any of them know how to stop being complete idiots for one moment? Well, nobody else looked very comfortable with it; and it looked like Nino had just arrived and was a bit miffed. In any case, the bishop knew Amelia had organized this party and she looked decidedly unhappy. And now, even Alihi was crying. With a growl, the bishop pulled the staff from the sling on his back and strode forward, then paused next to the fight, dodging a sword slash as he did so. "Cut it OUT!" he exclaimed, then brought his staff down, once on each battler's head. It wouldn't hurt them badly, but it would give them pause to think.

((Yay for interfering. ^^))

Abel froze, when he heard Alihi's voice. "A-Alihi...." Abel sheathed his sword again. "Fight's over, Zelos. I'm not playing your games anymore...."

The heavy wooden door of the FEFGA house swung slowly open, and a green cloaked figure stepped silently in. He lurked through the halls of the well-lit, warm home, until he reached the main room. There were shards of what must have been a 'bangin' party, as the kids would say, although everyone seemed to have left now. The green cloak almost hovered through the room, until the figure made it's way outside.

Suddenly, what seemed to be an electric shock passed through his mind. Oh, no..., the man thought, and quickened his pace. I never thought the poor child's mind could have slipped so far, so quickly....he might not even be able to return. The man quickened his pace further. At least, not without some help.

The man reached an entrance to the outside of the FEFGA house, and saw a large congregation of people, all around two men. The two were exchanging vicious blows, but the red-haired man almost seemed to be holding back, evidenced by his missed spells, when the figure knew from experience that he was a good shot.

Bramimond assessed the situation. Because of his low mental blocks, he could sense the minds of others constantly. This afforded him a certain...genre savviness, one might say. He knew what this fight was about, and decided that it would unfold it's own way. Any interference on his part would only serve to keep this tension under the surface, when it clearly needed to boil over.

The Archdruid hung back in the crowd, and waited for the fight to end. He would have to make his move fast, when this moment occurred.

Instead of interfering, he saw Alihi, the tactician he knew very well from the whole "Dragons are coming to invade ohnoez" fiasco. He approached her. Perhaps I can calm her down. If she had the genre savviness that I have been cursed with, she would understand, I'm sure...

Alihi wiped her eyes, walking towards Abel. "Abel... You idiot..." She began to cry again, unable to hold back her tears. "D-do you have any idea how worried I was...? Abel..."