Libra
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Of course getting electrocuted for shooting him a pun would lead to more puns. Libra sighed, allowing the electricity to finally dissipate from his hands before he allowed his palm to rest on his hip. Whatever was he to do with him? It wasn’t like his jokes ever actually hurt anybody, but with tensions already running so high because of the war and with hardly anyone within camp really appreciating his sense of humour…
"A magic battle?? You forget yourself, Henry. I am a war monk, not a mage. Just because I happen to be able to read tomes doesn’t mean I want to challenge anyone to much an anything battle.”
Honestly, magic in general was the sort of thing he always found himself tiptoeing around. He was well aware of the fact that he could be a mage, that he had the potential to wield magic and sling spells if he really wanted to, but he’d chosen to go down the road of becoming a priest for a reason. Unless Robin happened to come up to him one day with a big floppy hat and a request that he give up axes in favour of tomes Libra would rather see to sticking to what he liked best: acting as a medic.
“I only wanted to give you a bit of a jolt in the hopes that you would… Conduct yourself a bit more properly.”
Oooh — now he’s got him doing it, too.
When the priest declined his magic battle, the smirk on the mage’s face returned to that of his normal smile that was forever plastered onto his face. How boring, why does no one ever want to have a magic battle with him? Was it because they were at war? Well, that was a stupid answer to him though he wouldn’t complain as long as he could have some fun with the enemies when he truly got bored.
“Forget myself? I do have a curse that can cause amnesia! Would you want it Libra? Though I guess you’re right. You guys are more liked then us dark mages, I guess we really do have a bad history. We just like caw-sing some trouble really nya ha ha!”
Truth be told, Henry didn’t really hold some sort of grudge for people’s hatred to the dark arts. After all they were made to be scary, where priests and healers were seen as the good and as life itself. Dark mages like himself were seen as evil and as death itself, he sort of liked that idea however. Being a dark mage to hurt those whenever he wishes too. He would leave the life saving to everyone else, he just wished to destroy people simple.
“I guess I can try to conduct myself a bit better Libra. After all if that’ll make you happy I can try. Would you want me to be more heroic like Chrom or maybe be as smart as our leader Robin?”
It was hard for himself to process it, though he truly didn’t care for himself after all. He was willing to change himself if it made others happy. After all, that’s what he thought would be the right thing to do. To make his so called allies happy no matter what.
