Like a man on fire, Sir Knight/Huge/Oven emerged at a deliberate speed. A hundred times faster than the response of Silesian government in crisis! Amusingly enough, the armor proudly bearing cracks and fades everywhere is starting to resemble a broken toy more than a menacing shadow of malevolence. A facade only maintained by the stern and serious stance struck by the assemblage of a blacksmith's payday. No one's going to be foolish enough to tell Claire to lighten up, not with bits and pieces of his gear still on magical fire!<br/><br/>Wordlessly, the dedicated sentinel thoroughly examined Maribelle and Miranda's situation before turning away to kneel down, and begin his work of loading the other downed valiant girl onto his back. The part of his back that isn't burning, anyway. Surely, the dancer did an excellent job of letting pressure and stress relieve itself from Miranda's body and... and... rescuing! Yes. That's exactly why the latter is stripped to her underwear.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Claire stops, drops and rolls to H15. Performs Rescue on Nanami!</div></div><br/>With his freed arm, the vanguard motioned a warm welcome for the vagrant nearby to come and attack him anyway! As if the former is declaring the latter isn't wearing his intestines around his neck right now only because the former had more productive things to accomplish. Like having tea time with the latter's mother.<br/><br/>