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"That's pretty much how it works," Jordan agreed. "Once you demonstrate you're more than a warm body to throw into battle, then things start getting more interesting."

He paused in his cleaning of the consoles to consider the question. "Down here, or in general?" he asked. "Down here, I think the best thing I've seen is a pair of kraken chasing a sea serpent. They were way off in the distance, so I didn't have a great view, and I spent most of the time taking readings and monitoring them to make sure they weren't going to decide that the sub looked like an interesting thing to investigate, but it was interesting to watch."

"It's usually pretty boring down here, but every once in a while, you get something like that." Jordan was actually a little surprised at how many dirt and fingerprints the consoles had acquired; it annoyed him now that he'd noticed, and irritated him all the more that he'd keep noticing now that it had actually been brought to his attention. Thanks, Melvin.

Ferros snickered.

Oh, shut up. "Sometimes," he temporized. "Sometimes seeing the detail is pretty awful. But it's pretty comforting and encouraging to know that you're not defenseless any longer." He stroked Ferros's ring with a silent wisp of gratitude.

"Yeah, I get that," Jordan agreed; he did, too. The things that lurked just out of sight had been horrifying in part because they were unknown. He tossed his paper towel into the bin and started on the keyboards. If Melvin didn't like things to be dirty ... well, if was probably better that Jordan was handling this part of the job.

"You'll get better," he assured Melvin. "Ferros wasn't a large as he is now when we first bonded, but he's never been that small; still, we were embarrassingly bad at combat for the first few months." He grinned. "In battle? Moon Division is your best friend."

"Some of us do work with a specific person most often, but you can't always count on having your favorite partner on any given mission," Jordan said. "Better to be flexible. And it's not so much someone taking hits for you as - hm, blocking or deflecting. It's not like someone defending you is being a meat shield. More like knocking the monster's claws off course away from your head. And you're Life division; in combat, when you're not attacking, you're likely going to be acting as a medic, and that's every bit as important as direct assault on the enemy."

"I guess you could say I'm pretty close to one Moon," he laughed. "But on missions and in training I work with whoever's around."

"Runic bandaids," Jordan said cheerfully. "You don't have to have any special training for that."

He nodded. "You're welcome. I'm always willing to help out - all else aside, I figure that the sooner the newly awakened know the basics around here, the better. It helps everyone's safety and sanity." Then he grinned. "Also always up for a spar, but I have this feeling you won't be taking me up on that."

Ferros snickered.

"Excellent. I'm actually training with runic weapons for close combat right now, so you'll have a better chance," Jordan said cheerfully. "Ferros isn't terribly pleased about it, but he recognizes grudgingly that there's likely to be situations where I simply won't have enough space to summon him, so I get to learn a new skill set. Text me when you feel like sparring."

He glanced at his own phone, surprised. "Time flies when you're having fun?" he said dryly.