Bern was where she belonged. Prince Zephiel was the nation's only hope, and he needed her. He needed all the protection he could get at this point, really.
"Let's go, Umbriel! The sooner we leave these bloody moppets behind, the better," she muttered, stifling the small part of her that would actually miss this bunch. She most certainly would not, she decided.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar, unwelcome clanking noise.
"You spitting cobra!"
Vaida growled softly, dismounting and turning to see that insufferable knight marching up to her, eyes sparking with determination.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you up and leave, did you? After our last fight ended in a tie of all things!" Wallace laughed. Vaida bristled.
"I could have sworn you conceded defeat in the end, teapot man," she said snidely. "I don't have time for another duel with the likes of you, I need to be going!"
He glared at her, and for a moment she thought he would actually take his lance out and demand a fight right then and there...but he only nodded, to her surprise.
"Very well. But mark my words, viper, we will meet again someday and settle this score, once and for all!" he declared.
"Hmph. Fine, then," she said. "One year from now, I'll seek you out again for our final battle."
Wallace smirked.
"I'll be waiting." A pause. "Try not to die until then."
She grimaced. It almost sounded as if he cared.
"Same to you." She mounted the wyvern again. "Umbriel, let's go!"
As Umbriel took to the sky, she stole one last glance below. Wallace was walking away, and the smirk on his face almost seemed like a smile from where she was.
Hmph. I especially won't miss that old fool.
It was a lie, of course, but the part of her that knew so was also a fool, she decided.