Saber is about to step forward when Celica’s shout stops him. "Saber, don’t !"
And Saber will readily profess that he’s kind of an asshole, but ignoring the girl you swore to protect is not a great look, so he glances back – over his shoulder, really, trying to convey that this a skirmish and yeah, he’s good, but an explanation better be forthcoming, as Celica hired him to sword down would-be attackers, and these, as it happens, attacked.
"I just –" her hand jerks to point a place maybe a meter away, "- you should go there, it’s a better angle to defend."
He arches an eyebrow. "It’s your long experience in these matters that lets you know, huh." He still goes to stand at the place she said – it’s a bit farther from the third guy than what he’d picked first, but nothing he can’t cross in a minute, if need be. The kids can hold their own against that one guy, and, though he’d rather not dwell, she looks badly frazzled.
"Thank you," she breathes, and she puts away her strange clock thingy.
Weird, Saber acknowledges, but again, that’s just one more thing the priestess isn’t telling, so he files her look of relief away. (He already knows someday he’ll confront her with it, but he’s not willing to admit to himself just yet that he’s in deeper than just a contractor.)
Fire Emblem, FE2/15
And Saber will readily profess that he’s kind of an asshole, but ignoring the girl you swore to protect is not a great look, so he glances back – over his shoulder, really, trying to convey that this a skirmish and yeah, he’s good, but an explanation better be forthcoming, as Celica hired him to sword down would-be attackers, and these, as it happens, attacked.
"I just –" her hand jerks to point a place maybe a meter away, "- you should go there, it’s a better angle to defend."
He arches an eyebrow. "It’s your long experience in these matters that lets you know, huh." He still goes to stand at the place she said – it’s a bit farther from the third guy than what he’d picked first, but nothing he can’t cross in a minute, if need be. The kids can hold their own against that one guy, and, though he’d rather not dwell, she looks badly frazzled.
"Thank you," she breathes, and she puts away her strange clock thingy.
Weird, Saber acknowledges, but again, that’s just one more thing the priestess isn’t telling, so he files her look of relief away. (He already knows someday he’ll confront her with it, but he’s not willing to admit to himself just yet that he’s in deeper than just a contractor.)