((ooc: I hope you aren't sick of this prompt being tagged yet otl))
Ion's heart leaps up into his throat as he passes the floor and catches sight of the long haired girl trying to defend herself against the monstrous creature with...a frying pan, of all things. He knows that this is going to be a bad decision before he makes it, but he's been much more prone than before to reckless activity now that his guardian no longer watches over him in the Tower. And even if she had been there, he couldn't simply leave someone all by themselves when they appeared to be nearly defenseless. She doesn't even have shoes on!
Not that his thin sandals are much better, mind you, but nonetheless Ion hurries forward to meet her, staff in hand. "Careful! Don't get to close!" As he cautions this, he raises his staff forward in front of him as of it were a shield. "I'll see if I can dispatch it; you aren't hurt, are you?"
Despite his confidence, Ion's voice is small and soft, his form pale and thin. He doesn't look like someone who can take down the creature that growls at them, advancing slowly and ready to attack. "Can you make it to the stairs?"
Floor Six
Ion's heart leaps up into his throat as he passes the floor and catches sight of the long haired girl trying to defend herself against the monstrous creature with...a frying pan, of all things. He knows that this is going to be a bad decision before he makes it, but he's been much more prone than before to reckless activity now that his guardian no longer watches over him in the Tower. And even if she had been there, he couldn't simply leave someone all by themselves when they appeared to be nearly defenseless. She doesn't even have shoes on!
Not that his thin sandals are much better, mind you, but nonetheless Ion hurries forward to meet her, staff in hand. "Careful! Don't get to close!" As he cautions this, he raises his staff forward in front of him as of it were a shield. "I'll see if I can dispatch it; you aren't hurt, are you?"
Despite his confidence, Ion's voice is small and soft, his form pale and thin. He doesn't look like someone who can take down the creature that growls at them, advancing slowly and ready to attack. "Can you make it to the stairs?"