[He couldn't contribute, if only because now wasn't the time to argue. He quickly recalled the lessons from the Guild, and tore the blade through the side of the beast. Streaks of holy energy arced through the body, sending the Eater nearly reeling...
But he was still a greenhorn paladin. Kanji turned to Futaba and looked confused. He didn't feel any different... er, should he? He wasn't sure. But it sounded like it wasn't gonna hit yet. He nodded and trusted her on it.
The Chocobo Eater's double-mouth grinned. It noticed, and pointed at the astrologian, its other claw tightening into a fist. You're Next...]
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But he was still a greenhorn paladin. Kanji turned to Futaba and looked confused. He didn't feel any different... er, should he? He wasn't sure. But it sounded like it wasn't gonna hit yet. He nodded and trusted her on it.
The Chocobo Eater's double-mouth grinned. It noticed, and pointed at the astrologian, its other claw tightening into a fist. You're Next...]