Team FLME Volume 8

Pressing Charges

After the opening, Ing is seen out in a courtyard, using his left arm to fight a little. He still has it in a cast, but it is more refined than usual. After some swings of his baton, he uses his semblance from his right hand but winces a little as the energy flows through him. He sighs and groans as he walks back a little. Along his right arm, a green shimmer is shown as his aura slowly heals him up. Ing sits down and sighs again.

A hand is placed on his shoulder and he looks up to see Llew. She gives him a slight smile and walks in front of him and draws her sword. Ing cocks an eyebrow as Llew takes a few steps back and gets into her stance.

Llew: Would it be best to practice on a figure than along some ground?

Ing: I guess.

Llew smiles a bit as Ing gets up and draws his baton. Ing sighs, shifting forward a bit. Llew raises her blade a little but does not strike otherwise. Ing takes a deep breath and lunges forward, aiming for Llew's head. Llew moved her blade and blocked the attack. Ing drew his baton back and went for her stomach next. Llew also blocked the attack and thrust forward just a bit. Ing blocked the attack with his baton.

Ing spun around and spun his baton to attack but Llew blocked that as well. Ing groaned a bit and went in for another swing. Llew thrusts her blade forward and Ing barely dodges it as the sword is close to his cast. Ing growled a little and used his semblance with his cast covered arm and tried to hit Llew. Llew steps back and changes her dust and lights up her sword. She melts the ice and returns the blade to normal and slams her blade down onto Ing's baton.

Ing struggles a little bit and goes for a kick to Llew's stomach. Llew raises a knee and blocks the kick. She jumps up slightly and kicks forward and hits Ing in the chin. Ing stumbles back a bit as Llew stands still. Ing coughs a bit and slowly stands up and cracks his neck. Ing looks back at her and is clearly annoyed. Llew looks a bit sympathetically at Ing and takes a step towards him. Ing yells and leaps forward, spinning through the air as he brings his baton on top of Llew's sword.

Ing growls again as he gets off of Llew. He looks back at her and she does the same to him. Ing sighs and steps back slightly as Llew continues to look at him with a confused expression. Ing sits back down on a bench and sighs to himself again as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Llew walks over to him and sits down on the ground before him.

Ing: I'm useless without the other arm.

Llew: You know that's not true at all.

Ing: Try me!

Llew: Ing. You can still fight. You can still use your semblance. You shouldn't be so hard on-

Ing: Llew, now is really not the time. My arm won't fully heal. Which means my aura isn't doing much with it either. Which means my semblance can't fully run and-

Llew: Ing, please try and calm down. And please understand, you are a valued member of this team. We care about you. That is why Violet has you in low stakes positions and-

Ing: Because you don't think I can handle myself. Got it.

Llew: You know that is not true! We keep you there so you won't get hurt and-

Ing: Because I'm so incompetent and-

Llew: (Grabbing Ing's shoulders) WE CAN'T LOSE YOU LIKE WE LOST, FREDERIC!!!

Ing stands there, shocked. Llew's entire cool and collective nature, shattered before his eyes. Llew slowly lets go of his shoulders, straightens herself up, and sighs to herself. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before stepping back.

Llew: That...is all I will say on the matter.

Llew turns around and begins to walk off.

Ing: Then help me. (Llew glances back) Help me be better.