Having been doing as he was told; he simply ignored barbs put toward him for the moments before the alerted members of the party started to<b>freak</b>the fuck out. He would have, he surely would have- if he didn't have a tad bit more of an inkling on what not to do. He was confident he could fight these; these... Were not something he<b>had</b>fought. But; even so. He could feel a cocky smirk pull onto his face; his eyes narrowing a bit as he felt himself starting to swell with a manic feeling of- what was it? Pride... Yes, he could certainly fight these, these... Miniscule, itty bitty, tiny, flying... Monsters. It rushed back to him, promises, stories; lengthy tales of war- his Grandfather, his mother; his father.<br/><br/>His promise to always be a White Knight, or at least one who fought for the land. A Landed Knight, a man who feared not death. His heart beat slowed as he felt adrenaline flow through his veins. The sword, it wasn't heavy now; no- it was a featherweight item that was simply a tool for him. His blood really began to pump as he listened and heard Chiara's voice...<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeQuote">
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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">''Franz.. P-please come here and help us..''</div><div class="quoteExpand">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>"<span style="color: orange"><b>FEH! THEN ET ES DEHY FAUGHTING TAUMS DEN! BAHAHAHA!</b></span>" His voice rang out with a proudness and loudness that it hadn't really done so before, his weapon swung about in mid air and he pointed it up toward the sky! Reflecting light gloriously off of it. His armor with the light's radiance was a shimmering silvery white that blazed like the sun itself and... He<b>exuded</b>his confidence, born of either fear or foolishness but altogether real. While his ego might be broken, he himself was still under a promise he had made and he damn well would keep it. He strode into the shield and then with that- he just snorted with a derisiveness that was born from anger or annoyance. Most likely the latter due to the tempestual shift in his mood. Something either supressed him- or... Whatever training had been done had really done whatever one would expect. It made him a HERO; or- more appropriately it likely drove him mad!<br/><br/>Either way he seemed ready to fight and his Aura of Courage was- hopefully; bolstering those around him with his seemingly infectious confidence!<br/><br/>(Depression:<span style="color: white"> Active</span>/<span style="color: red">Off</span><br/>HERO Mode:<span style="color: lime"> Active</span>/<span style="color: white">Off</span>)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>