Moment of Acknowledgment
Magus' eyes narrowed as they focused on the redheaded boy disappearing around a corner of a corridor. He'd better solve whatever task he had in mind soon. This was no place for a weakened group to wander through.
He was proven right as he perceived a creature, an aberration most likely created by his mother's magic, diving towards the back of his head, its primitive mind probably thinking it a blind spot. It would be dealt with simply, just a twist of the scythe he held always ready at his side since he joined the samurai boy and his troupe.
For since then, potential attackers were constantly at hand, even if monsters were nowhere near.
And as if confirming this very thought, every cell in his body felt it. The energy of the Mammon Machine made weapon crackling at the contact with the pure air. Lunging at him as it had done in his very sanctum. He hadn't thought the annoying frog would use this chance to make such a foolhardy attempt.
That didn't mean he was unprepared. It would then be two the beings impaled in the next movement of his blade.
Yet at the split second before he moved, the energy he felt directed at his back cut flesh. The creature that was now almost an afterthought in Magus' mind fell to the ground, split in two.
Magus turned. Not even the handful that knew him intimately would have seen a change in his somber expression. But he had to admit to himself that he was surprised. Perhaps that he was even mistaken.
"So your code of honor applies even to those you think evil beings?"
Nonchalantly Frog turned around. When he finished wiping the blood from his sword, he held it in front of himself. He happened to see his face reflected on one half of the blade, and his longtime foe in the other.
"Nay," he replied.
The one missing then returned. Both weapons were sheathed, and the trio continued onwards.