gebuloth replied to your post: “It’s not cheating. It’s just teamwork.”
“…I see. Thank you. I am still working on what limitations I have, usually I can keep them under control but it seems like I offered up a bit too much for the summon.” Fiddling with the bandages on his arms, Vaenara sighed. To think, that he had to rely on a swordsman to help him defeat one of his own creations.
It doesn’t take long for the monster to be sliced into halves; he has faced many more grotesque and powerful beings before in Elrios. With the summon dead, Elsword now gets the proper chance to lay eyes on the other boy’s injuries, starting from the conspicuous bandaged arm the summoner’s fiddling with.
“Wait...You mean you actually hurt yourself this much for the summon?... Well, first of all, I think you should get those properly treated in the infirmary quickly.” It doesn’t take long for Elsword to recognize that the wounds have been dressed by makeshift self-bandaging, considering he’s also guilty of this after many battles in Elrios. His hand slightly pushes the other’s shoulder to the direction of the academy building, urging him to move swiftly, while Elsword’s brain keeps zooming in on the other’s words earlier. What the hell? This is why he doesn’t want to have anything to do with magic- these kinda obscure shits scare him sometimes.