Seika, thunderstruck, let Yvonne pull him into the lab, instinctively shutting his eyes tightly, while the ball flew at Akira. Her lightning-fast reflexes allowed her do duck underneath it in time, but she was blinded after it hit the floor and filled the whole hall with bright white light, light so blinding that she had to hide her eyes with her hands, hidden in heavy steel gauntlets. She growled, eyes still closed, reaching around herself.<br/><br/>"You f**king half-blooded bastard! Just you wait! I'll hang you by your guts, you half-blooded asswipe!" she shouted after the door, shortly before storming off in rage.<br/><br/>But while Akira was cursing and fuming, Seika was eternally thankful to Yvonne. "You saved my neck... Thank you... Again..."  he muttered, smiling rather nervously while he tried to catch his breath. Leaning onto the wall of the room with his back, he sled down onto the floor. "I have a strong feeling that... For some reason, General Matsui hates me." It was obvious, wasn't it? "Every time she sees me, she's trying... To rip my head off, maybe? I don't know how longer can this body take it."  His hand climbed up to his shoulder, which the short general grabbed, clenching her fist around it as if poor Seika was a sword's hilt, and pressed onto it. "I'm not a fighter..." he shook his head.<br/><br/>"The Generals are so freaky. I met Shiroi Hana on the way in, and he gave me that sort of look... Uhh. I feel so unwelcome among this almighty warrior company." Bending his head back, he clenched his teeth. He was just the son of a scribe and a who-knows-who that he never in his life even saw. For these elves, holding their heads high, he was just half-blooded trash that can't even hold a sword.<br/><br/>At least to Yvonne he was a little help...