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Howl was agitated. And it had everything to do with this evening shift. He was typically a daytime shift person, and now he was stuck in the middle of the evening at work rather than out and about, looking for his princess. Whoever the lowlifes were that had called out sick this evening owed Howl one daytime shift of patrols too, though it was very likely the ones who hadn't shown would never pay back the owed time.

When Howl was agitated, he didn't show many of the usual signs others did. There would be no finger tapping, no fussing, nor any eyes darting about the room in an effort to remain calm. No, his irritation tended to lead to him growing less personable. Certainly his manners were still quite present, but the warmth in his voice seemed to all but evaporate.

"Miss Sfakianos," he started, using the same amount of formality as he had a couple months prior upon Lydia's first day at Maize Maizier. "The evening shifts are rarely as busy as the daytime shifts. If anything, we will have one more customer trickle in right when we are attempting to close up for the evening."

He had better places to be than at work. This was quite a waste of time, waiting to leave like this.

Howl's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over to the door. He let Lydia attend to the potential customer as he remained sulking in his odd manner.

A part of him was tempted to just leave. Certainly, he already knew that his coworker had not been trained in full about the evening procedures. It would have been completely irresponsible of him to abandon her now, especially with only about an hour before closing.

He knew all the justifications for not leaving, but that didn't make the temptation any smaller.

It just nibbled at the corners of his mind, taunting him as he watched the younger waitress make her way to welcome the customer.

Many might have panicked. In fact, the scant amount of customers easily were already in the process of going the route of panic.

Howl was not the sort to panic. The moment the glass of the door had shattered, he had slipped back, out of the view of the public and out of the view of even the kitchen staff. His work uniform faded into a more regal sort of uniform of a deep navy blue color. Once he had his new outfit on, he made his way out to the dining area again.

He no longer was Howl, but instead was Nysa, Squire of Neptune. He had a rather stern look upon his face as he looked over the offending beast.

This little turn of events was going to ruin any chances of him leaving early this evening. In fact, it guaranteed that he was going to have to stay for quite a bit of extra time.

With his weapon extended, he slid himself between the offending youma and his young coworker.

"...Miss... you lead everyone out through the back.... I will keep this monstrosity occupied here..."

The amount of movement from all the customers and the waitress fleeing the business place was enough to attract the youma's attention. The monstrous were-beast lumbered towards the commotion, only to find some bothersome teal-haired squire in the way. A snarl escaped its mouth as it pulled back a claw.

"...I would not do that..." the Neptunian squire warned in a low tone.

The warning was not taken well, with the youma soon enough lunging at the young man with its large claws.

Nysa merely bound back, weapon still extended in front of him.

It already moves slowly, no real grace... my magic won't do much...

His eyes glanced to the thick claws on the creature.

It has brute strength on its side... I think it would be at the advantage against the Quill of the Ocean... I should avoid the claws...

The youma straightened itself up, now intently focused upon Nysa. It lurched forward, once more slashing at the lad. Once more, the Squire was easily able to leap up to avoid being hit. It wasn't a matter of Nysa not being able to dodge. It was a matter of avoiding a direct hit by a deadly force.

Nysa had jumped up, but this time instead of going backwards, he went forward, swiping his own blade against the creature's face. His foot momentarily touched the creature's shoulder before he hopped over, landing on the other side.

It was there that he sensed another presence.

"...might I ask how long you have been there?" he asked quite clearly, only turning enough to see the youma, but not actually visually locate what he could assume to be an ally.

Though he was strained due to the current situation, he was able to offer a couple words of appreciation. "I am glad you arrived." His words didn't sound nearly as appreciative as they were meant to be. In fact, it almost sounded detached from the situation entirely.

The senshi momentarily attempted to make herself into a distraction for the youma-beast, it was clear that was her intent. However, with a sickening whack of it lashing out, he knew the girl's efforts were less successful than his own.

Logically he knew he should follow her advice. Yet with what had just happened, he was not so certain that should have been the highest priority now.

Whether the girl liked it or not, soon enough the teal-haired knight had banished away his weapon for the time being so he could pick the senshi in his arms. His manners always seemed to get the best of him, since it would have been rude to just simply let her fend for herself in such conditions.

"...you are the Senshi with the asthma if I am remembering correctly?" he mentioned briefly now that he had a face to go with the new fuku she was wearing.

The observation out in the air, he then proceeded to exit the vicinity through the hole where the glass for the door used to be.

Nysa was far from impressed by her rant that she gave while he carried her out in his arms. He was quite certain that when someone did another person a favor, one was supposed to be grateful.

Not prattle on about how capable they really were.

The moment they were outside, he practically dropped her to the ground (though he was kind enough to at least let her feet drop before the rest of her so she had a chance to catch herself upon her feet).

He said nothing and he seemed to do nothing. The senshi seemed to busy herself back with targeting the youma, and the Squire simply let her. He had no plans on taking the youma on alone, but now the girl would find herself temporarily facing the monstrous creature all by herself.

There was a sound from inside the restaurant that sounded as if the beast had managed to hear the sound of something. An odd dragging sound made it evident that it was turning to face where the stray glass had landed.

Rather than tense up and step closer, preparing to engage, the Squire simply crossed his arms and took a couple steps back and to the side.

It was not a pretty sight, but fighting rarely was meant to be pretty unless it was choreographed for a movie. Yet, Nysa still stood there, watching far more calmly than a normal observer should have been.

The girl had thrown debris to catch its attention, then rushed in kicking. If there was one thing that was glaringly obvious to the young man, it was the fact her timing was off. Had she paid attention to the timing of the creature's already slow and lumbering movements, she could have easily gone about fighting it without getting hit.

Instead, she was now merely a toy for the youma's enjoyment, being tossed about like a toddler's favorite toy.

Initially he had no intention upon assisting her, since it was obviously not permitted without her permission. However, when she started to turn rosy, a part of him realized she had suffered enough embarrassment for the evening. He held his hand out to the side before closing the fingers to wrap about the grip of his weapon that phased in with such a simple gesture.

Narrowing his eyes, he rushed in a distinctly different fashion than what the senshi had. Rather than just speed in and attack, he sped forward, stopped long enough to judge the creature's next motion before sliding around smoothly to further confuse the monster. It was from his new location that he dared to slice at the limb latched onto the girl.

"...I am not a fan of indecent exposure..."