They were back on their feet in the evening, just in time for their ballet class. They had taken up the activity after being pressed by friends and teachers to take up something artistic, and wanting to lighten up their heavy fighting style.
It was as they had nearly finished their stretches that they felt something collide with them, and their fighting instincts awoke instantly. They raised their arm, waiting for Ragnarok's hilt to form in their hand, but he didn't. He had already formed on their back, and turning their head a little, they caught a flash of red.
