It was always Farish's opinion that fights were able to start unnaturally fast. He'd just barely gotten to hear his new Elf friend's name before a pair of demons strode into the Inn and quickly stirred up a small war. Drachon stood up to the intruders commendably, though the boy doubted they had any idea what he was saying. Others in the tavern were already battle ready by the time reinforcements showed up for the demons, and the situation grew hectic. On instinct, the half-elf began scanning the scene for injured people or bystanders caught in the crossfire, when he noticed what Drachon was saying. Taking an educated guess, Farish shielded his eyes quickly enough to dodge the initial blast of light. However, before he could readjust to the situation, he felt a hand grab onto his shirt collar and drag him away.<br/><br/>As he and Drachon escaped through the back door, Farish blinked at the rain and the darkness of the overcast sky. Farish accepted a moment of silence save for the rain, then spoke out.<span style="font-style: italic">"Chizu and I should go back,"</span>he offered in Elvish. The boy continued before the Elf could argue.<span style="font-style: italic">"You probably guessed we're not fighters, but there were some promising warriors in there. Those people can focus on taking down the demons. On the other hand, I excel in using defensive magic, and Chizu has healing capabilities."</span>The halfling smiled up at the man who'd been kind enough to try an help him.<span style="font-style: italic">"You understand, don't you, Drachon?"</span>And so, whether it was kind or just plain foolish, the half-elf turned and went right back in the way he came, slipping around Darakus as he came jogging out.<br/><br/>Inside was chaos, as he'd left it. Chizu seemed to approve of the decision he'd made and looked ready for action-- even if she wouldn't really be fighting. Almost at the same time, they noticed a patron, fallen and bleeding. The two rushed over and Chizu hopped down from the boy's shoulders. Surrounding herself in a pale blue light as she stood weightlessly atop the victim's wounds. Farish knelt down beside them to supervise.<br/><br/>A demon with a mace who was somehow unoccupied noticed them and smirked, raising his weapon and strutting over.<span style="color: #FF0000">"You shoulda gone back to yer mama, boy,"</span>the demon threatened, smiling, even though Farish couldn't understand a word of the demonic language. As the demon swung his mace, the boy held up a hand, and the demon's weapon collided with some invisible force that sent him sprawling backwards. The boy lowered his hand and stood up, taking a deep breath to establish a steady flow of mana within himself.<span style="font-style: italic">I am a guardian,</span>the boy thought, anchoring himself into a strong, willful mindset to further strengthen his barriers.<span style="font-style: italic">I will protect those who need it.</span>As he focused, a colorless aura strengthened around him. As the demon from before recovered and went into a state of rage, Farish stood at the ready.<br/><br/>The boy's hair and clothes were stirring in the magical wind surrounding him. Unlike attack magic, there was never a need to hold back with defensive magic. Well, most people had to worry about saving energy, but the elf boy traveled with a Sprite companion, and they could restore stamina as well as health. Finally, he wasn't in the habit of taking chances when the safety of others was involved. For such a situation, the boy didn't look frightened, angry, or exited. His expression was sober-- it was the magic swirling around him that seemed brimming with emotion, rather than the child wielding it. "It's your choice to attack or not, but your strength will only be turned against you." Behind him, the man on the ground was almost healed already.