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Little Demon, ROAR!

She was quite still. Probably for the last 3 minutes since I have told her the details.

I have told Ma'am everything. Well...not entirely everything but only the few details that she had to know in order to improve her methods of understanding her disabled student, Meiko. I kept the most horrible detail away from her suspicions, Meiko—no, Me and Meiko are trying our best to forget everything that happened. The most horrible moment of my life, it gives me absolute terror and a sense of protectiveness for my sister just by thinking about it. She comes first before me, I can take my trauma well, but she cannot without me. She lost half her innocence for how fragile her mind is.

From everything I told to her: her habits, her tendencies, a few details of her time when she was confined in my house, even the part of Sir's assistance, and finally, the vaguest detail of why my little sister caught trauma and feared other people outside her house. Once I was finished, Ma'am Takahashi had not moved from her position since; hands interlocked and eyes buried to them in deep, deep thought.

I had to say, she was giving everything I said a lot of thought. Hardly a surprise there, nobody could process what Meiko had been doing for the last 4 years that easily. I was slightly surprised that I even told them the second time. Sir Nishimura was the first to know everything, and I mean EVERYTHING; all that happened to her, and me.What I told to Ma'am was a vaguer version of what happened, I never told her anything about me, unlike the last time when I did not know any better and told Sir literally everything. I was so grateful to him that he was taking the information the right way. Going so far as to reject his schedule for a student. What an idealistic teacher.

Now, I waited.

I held Meiko close to me; my arm around her back and my other holding on to her right hand while she continued to doze off in the same position, all because the topic wrought out the protective side of me. I was simply holding my sister for no reason other than a sudden impulse. But it cannot be helped, it was an automatic reflex. What happened that day could have enforced the same reflex on anyone under the same circumstances. But this was also therapeutic in a way; even as she dozed, her grip on my hand was quite firm, and the warmth of the hold was quite comforting in the most calming way. I can feel the stares of the other students behind me again, but I did not care, I was calm now:

I am stronger now, I can save my sister anytime.

When the final minute ticked, Ma'am took a deep breath and exhaled to calm her nerves. For a few seconds she looked at me with a thoughtful look, then she turned her stare to my bunso. I kept my stare on the former's face, trying to see her emotions. She had nothing but concern and an understandable grimace, whatever impression she had on Meiko before while they interacted together, it had definitely altered.

"Is she going to be alright? In an exposed environment like this?" Her voice was both gentle and compassionate.

If by 'exposed', meaning in a place where there is so many men around, I nodded. As long as I am with her. She still remains dependent on me but it will change. She will earn friends that can protect her in my place. Soon...

Soon...….

"….She simply needs slight guidance and support, Ma'am. Something you can do, of course." I squeezed Meiko's hand for a bit. "….Take note, Ma'am. Do not ask other students to befriend her, she is smart enough to know who was being genuine and those who are simply doing it out of obligation. Let it be natural, Ma'am. She likes people who are honest. Either let her earn friends on her own, or let others come to her."

"Noted," She nodded, "How does she know, if I may ask?"

I felt my pride well up in me, "….Just by simply holding their hands." This ability was entirely possible for even the most mundane humans, they must recognize how the hold feels, whether repulsive or inviting. It saved me multiple times from the intentions of malicious men, it will save Meiko as well. "Tell me, Ma'am, had she ever touched your hand, in any way?"

She mulled over it before she answered, "She might have, when I was trying to reassure her."

I found the perfect reason why I should put all of my trust to this teacher, "….That is the sole reason why she opened up to you." I pointed out, "….You are genuine with your concerns and you wished to help Meiko, not as a teacher, but as an adult who cares for the weak."

I quickly noted the smallest redness on her cheeks, "Well, of course." She apparently had an even tone as she replied. "While the well-being of the student is the teacher's concern, I must reach out to them as a person, first and foremost."

Yes, the standard of a good teacher. Uphold to that standard, the influence could dominate the entire world, making all youths ripe with accomplishments. There is one philosophy famous in the Philippines about teachers, I am not so sure about other countries knowing about this, not so as well if Ma'am even knew about it.

I will keep it to myself for now, I need the right moment to say it.

I leaned down to my sister's head and gave a small kiss before drawing back, "….I was right to leave her to you." I faced Ma'am and I looked directly in her scarlet pink eyes, feeling no massive discomfort at all for doing so. "….Please continue to look after her."

She responded with a kind smile and a small incline of her head, "You can trust me, and I will remain true to my words: she will be in good hands."

I nodded, putting myself in the comfort zone she created with her words, "….Bless." I thanked. "….I hope Meiko earns many friends."

Ma'am's body language lapsed here, from solemn stiffness to a lax let-loose, I wonder what she is thinking. "She has already made one earlier in class."

I straightened my posture slightly out of the information given; she already had? "….Who was it that was so kind to even befriend her?"

"No," She shook her head, "More like the person who asserted the first move was Marikawa-san, herself."

What?

"I was introducing the students with their computers as a head-start, one of the students had trouble following. You'd be surprised who actually stood up and helped her figure it out."

No. Bloody. Way. "….And that was Meiko?"

Ma'am nodded, "Yes. Apparently, the president of A-Class doesn't know how to use technology."

I fully straightened my back in a jolting speed over how casually she said it, not to mention how indirectly she told me who the person was, releasing all my hold on Meiko, which jerked her body afterwards, causing her to wake up in a mild-panic, (sure, anyone making friends doesn't count as anything major but my sister asserting herself was beyond what I expected on the first day), "….Kirishima Shouko...!?" I barely contained the shock in my voice. "….She befriended Kirishima Shouko...!?"

"Why do you look so shocked?" The innocent look on her face implied that she does not even understand how I feel in this matter, "Is it not right for your sister to have friends? Kirishima Shouko is just some girl that happened to be Marikawa-san's classmate."

"….Ma'am, We are not talking about 'some girl', here." This was a serious matter for me. VERY serious. "….We are talking about the valedictorian of the second years; who apparently is born from royalty; and has the smallest limit in terms of friendships, which barriers mundane people from being part of her circle. The fact that my sister had just befriended a scion just by helping her how to use a computer does not compare to befriending a commoner. It might as well be compared to befriending the Japanese emperor's child."

"Well, they did seem to look exactly like each other, which is kind of surprising when I noticed it. Don't you think it'd be natural for the two of them to get along well?"

"….Ma'am, that sort of logic relates to stereotyping, which is very offensive in a way." I pointed out critically before I returned to the talk at hand, "But even so, the magnitude of such privilege is not to be taken lightly." I pressed on frantically.

"Is that so?" She asked in mock innocence, "More like you are simply exaggerating. Your logic is the matter here, not mine."

"….Well," I opened my mouth to retort, "...Well..." Then I realized I couldn't. "…." The sooner I noticed Meiko's face looking up at me questionably at my behavior, the same face that mirrored the face of the richest girl in the second years that happened to be technically involved in my family life, I realized that I was being hypocritical: I called out on Ma'am for stereotyping the two women, I belatedly realized that I stereotyped Kirishima Shouko for being a noblë. The impression I had on nobles were their self-satisfied attitudes that makes them lax over everything, leading into carelessness. Another was one of those spoiled, snobby, cock-headed brats who think their mightier than others simply because they are rich. The last were the business-minded ones, the ones who rely on servants or similar people, but mainly rely on themselves in order to finish a task. Others around them are simply usable for their gain.

And I realized that Kirishima Shouko did not fit in any of these categories.

She was anti-social, cold, and everything else about her is mysterious: I know absolutely nothing about her.

Knowing that I have no right about this matter, I simply raised my hand in surrender, giving up on the topic and slouched. Whatever kind of person Kirishima Shouko was, I hoped that her personality influences positive things to Meiko.

I faced Meiko and ruffled her soft head, she promptly scooted closer to me and hugged my chest. I gave her more ruffles and a slight rubbing on her back. "….Still, having a scion as a friend is quite a privilege."

Ma'am opened her bottle and drank from it before exhaling, "Well, you're gonna have to break out of that mindset and instead talk to her. Kirishima-san needs to know what she needs to know about Marikawa-san, and it's not going to be me who's going to tell her."

Which means I have to actually talk to the valedictorian in person. And bloody hell, I cannot explain why am I being nervous about that. Sir Nishimura barely even compares to the woman, and yet I am unsettled by the thought of talking to her.

….….

Bah! I will deal with her sooner or later, the war comes first.

Speaking of the war, I glanced at the clock, 12:54 P.M.

Shit, it is 6 minutes before it starts! I need to leave! "….Well, Ma'am. That pretty much ends our conversation now." I cannot stop myself from talking fast. "….If you would kindly take Meiko with you to her classroom, that would help. I have important matters to handle."

"Yes, sure." She stood up from her seat, Meiko and I stood up as well.

Taking her hand, Go with her. My president calls for me. After her nod, I quickly limped off the dining table and hurried over to the entrance of the cafeteria, ignoring the fact that the entire cafeteria is almost empty.

I was quite surprised to see Shina leaning against the door frame, looking at me with a mischievous smile, "How's your date?"

"….Simple." I answered, caring naught of her teasings this time, "….Come on." I placed a hand on her back and pushed her on with my pace, having no complaint from her at all. We headed for our classroom in a speed that I did not expect to have with a broken knee, "….It is time, we must hurry to the replenishment room and give our Avatars their power."

"I know, but first we gotta go to Yuuji for this one, he's already at the classroom with your orders." Turning to me with a thoughtful look, she pointed out, "For once, your face is showing some emotion there."

I noticed: I allowed my face to display how I feel. There is actually no harm in letting loose now, the Game of the school that I was dying to play since last year is about to start in a few minutes, and I am part of it.

"….The war begins, Shina-san." I mentioned.

She chuckled, pumping a fist to the air, "Right, let's beat up some serious ass while we do it!"

~~~~~ « ҉» ~~~~~

As far as the past 4 hours went, it was quite remarkable that the replenishment room could bar off any source of noises, such as the ongoing commotion outside— the ongoing war between F-class and the D-Class. What was indeed a wonder was that F-Class hadn't lost yet, just after 4 hours had just passed. Whatever tactic the class Representative had used, it did a good job of keeping the class alive, if sacrifices had been done in order to save time.

The ongoing 4 hours of answering so many test papers had totally taxed the mental energy of Mizuki, Shina and Rino. But due to the fact that a war was going on and they need to be in top condition before they enter the fray, they leveraged the anticipation for the war as a sleep-repellant for the exhaustion that threatened to knock them over. The procedure of this test had included a different subject per 1 hour. In essence, Rino stuck to his best subjects: English, Science, Japanese and Physical Education. Shina went with any that might strike her a challenge: Math, Chemistry, Japanese and Science. Mizuki asked to go for all of them, zigzagging from subject to subject in numerous moments, aiming to be of use to the battlefield at any time. There was no knowing what subject was of use in the fight that was ongoing outside, therefore "whatever you can do, make do with it." That was what Yuuji had said, Mizuki had taken it seriously.

Rino is confident he had done well on his first three subjects that he could manage, the pile of English papers he answered firsthand was quite remarkable under one hour. The last and final hour, where the students are called to go home now, is about to come and the fourth test would be over in a matter of minutes. Rino might have reconsider one of his favorite subjects to ever take a test at. The Japanese test just got a little more complicated than he remembered.

Just along the final hour, Kinoshita Hideyoshi had recently came in to take a test—to replenish his avatar's health. Judging from the way his right hand rigorously answered the paper and just how the grimace in his face shattered the poker face he last saw the ambiguous male had, the situation clearly had become dire and they must finish this quick. For whatever reason Rep chose Yoshii Akihisa to be the commander of the frontlines, Rino hoped that he didn't regret his decisions of even assigning the idiot the position.

As far as anybody went, Shina didn't lie when she was already prepared for the replenishment test: she answered the test papers with a speed that implied that she had studied hard a week prior to this day. Rino had taken back every doubt he had on the blonde, her recent school turned her into a knowledge super freak. Mizuki had lived to her name as the valedictorian's rival in terms of grades, but how the timid girl gave her all into the test papers was nowhere close to what they expected. Her hand moved across the paper like lightning, as if the entire test was child's play. The height of the pile of papers she finished answering utterly dominated even both of the other candidates' paper pile combined, and the pile she had were all subjects existent in this school instead of one.

55…

Rino heaved a deep breath, the Japanese test is almost causing him to pass out to exhaustion.

56….

Shina cracked her knuckles, rolled her neck and yawned before continuing. Her posture defined how lax she was being in the situation, oblivious to the fact that their class was getting beaten to a pulp just outside the doors.

58….

4 papers of Math tests were additionally thrown into the finished pile by Himeji Mizuki, she took 8 more.

59….

Kinoshita Hideyoshi snapped another pencil point, the litter of lead on the floor numerous.

4:00 P.M.

*Ding-dong! Dang-dong!*

The bell tolled the end of the hour.

"Times up!" Sir Nishimura barked.

The collective sighs of relief were simultaneous among the 4 students present. There were other F-Class students who had entered this room to replenish their points, they leave under 30 minutes or less, however. Answering exam papers for 4 hours straight was actually a brutal feat for the mind, fingers, and spine. Rino stood up, twisted his waist and the sound of a spinal cord tapping felt really good after all those hours of gripping a ballpoint pen with his forefinger and thumb, sitting on his ass on a really uncomfortable chair, and the mental work, he cannot fathom how exhausted his mind was.

As quick as they all could, they distributed the papers to Sir Nishimura. The proctor took them, separated them in a piles of four accordingly, and they left the classroom without anymore words. Once they entered the hallway, the sounds of shouting and fighting and swords clashing ignited the excitement Rino had held in during all those 4 hours, he has been itching to summon forth his familiar the entire time, and hearing the sounds of steel clashing against steel was too much for his impatience.

"….Remember your roles?" Rino asked, his excitement poorly hidden in his voice.

"Yessir!" Shina mocked a salute, her grin going wide and excited as much as Rino was.

"Ye-yes!" Mizuki said, her face was bright with determination.

"Aye, I am to make do with mine duty." Hideyoshi mentioned, his poker face returned but his eyes remained grimaced.

"….Good." Rino said, more to himself than to any of them.

Passing through students from other classes that are leaving the school, they ended at the hallway. "….Okay. This is where we part." Rino pointed, putting his hands together in a devious manner. He felt out of place by doing this, it was not like him at all. But his personal character hardly mattered, this was going to be fun. "….Good luck." He said with finality as he turned in another direction to reach the designated place Rep wanted him to be.

Avoiding the conflict so he cannot be detected, otherwise he would have the scores necessary to wipeout the enemy offensive force wasted. "Men, reform! Blend in with the students who are leaving school!" He can hear Rep's voice barking orders to the comrades of the war from the F-Class at the distance, from the sudden order Rino can tell that F-Class was trying to cause a distraction. And the turn of the corner, he witnessed it:

The Summoning System's glory, all inside the black transparent box that was the Summoning Field, symbolizing a barred coliseum, conjured by the Teacher present, overlooking the entire battle.

When he expected the avatars to be small, they were bigger than he expected. They looked like 3 month old infants with the mobility of a full grown adult. Armored little demons, armors of steel or leather, suits of modern day workers or ancient warriors, weapons of so much variety, randomized by the summoning system, he watched the imps go at each other's throats with carefully placed strikes or a ferocity defining the race these Avatars were. When Rino thought VR was a step-up of reality in games, the School's unique system topped that off.

A baton slammed against leather.

A standard sword clashed against a rapier.

A stereotypical gladiator swung a punch against a tribal apache.

A construction worker's pickaxe slammed against the bronze shield of a viking.

An aztec savage swung its sword saw, created by sharp obisidian, against the neck of a baseball player.

Every single blow thrown or met, everything was mesmerizing. The diverse variety of Avatars joining, forming, and fighting against each other, the sight of such a battle was so pleasing to Rino's eyes. This was the best system ever created for students.

The only thing that was awry about the combat was their movements. It was like seeing youngsters with wooden swords go up against each other, except with the intention to kill. Their movements were untrained, sluggish, and almost awkward. These students don't know how to properly move them.

Rino suddenly remembered what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to intercept the main forces of D-Class, and quick.

Where the hell is Tsuchiya?

Ignoring the beautiful war ongoing in front of him, he quickly ran for the direction of F-Class. D-Class is very unaware of what class he is, that made it easier for him to slip through enemy lines without anybody being suspicious. They simply see him as a limping student going for who knows where, unknowing that he will be their end had they found out who he is.

Doing remarkably well, he nonchalantly passed through many ongoing battles, looking at their fights and it seemed every single D-Class enemy was being ganged up by groups of 3 to 5 F-Class pawns. Makes winning easy, with strength in numbers the pawns can turn the tides. But how many more of the comrades have remained? Rino hoped he wasn't too late to give assistance.

~~~~~ « ҉» ~~~~~

"….Rep, I have arrived." Rino announced as he found his Rep in the hallway alongside other F-Class, his facial expression was a firm grimace. It is risky for the Class Representative to be in plain sight, the enemy could pull a full-on assault on the leader and it risks the class into losing.

When Yuuji found the remarkable Goth of F-Class finally arriving, he addressed him, "Perfect timing, Shimuya. I was wondering when're you gonna come back."

"….I got too distracted," He confessed, then he grimaced and diverted back to the topic at hand, "….I cannot find Tsuchiya anywhere. I looked from place to place, but I cannot find him, no matter what."

"Oh yeah, that." He commented, scratching his head, "I changed his position, he's managing surveillance right now. Sorry if it made ya going all over the place."

Rino simply raised a hand to deny the apology. Whatever reason his Rep had for changing Kouta's position, it was necessary. "….What are my orders?"

Placing his hands on Rino's shoulder, who tensed up upon contact, he told him what he needs to know, "You go rightwards at the end of the hallway. The D-Class are forming up—I'm not sure if I'm right about this but D-Class are going on a full frontal assault. You gotta intercept them. Can you do that on your own?"

The question nearly made Rino smile; fight an entire squad of D-Class students all on his own? Nooooo problem. The more, the merrier. More opponents, longer battle. The longer the fight, the better the feeling of victory. He nodded.

"Right, now Go! Go go go!" Yuuji patted Rino's back multiple times, prompting the latter to limp off the destination he needs to be and make do with his orders. Rino quickly limped to the given location, eager to have his first battle. His sneer proved a better disguise to his smile.

Must hurry, Rino thought, quickening his steps, slipping through crowds of D-Class and F-Class clashing against each other. It took almost all of his self-control not to look sideways and get a glimpse of a swordfight. He kept reminding himself that he will get his turn, and it will be a good one. After a few slips and a turn to the corner, Rino was surprised to see who he found.

"….Ma'am Endo?"

The English Teacher turned around to face the speaker that towered over her. She was frightened at first for his terrifying appearance, but when she noted the long black bangs and the white face looking down on her own, she couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Shimuya-kun! Long time no see!"

"….Likewise, Ma'am." He took her hand and brought it to his forehead. While he wanted to talk to the chestnut-brown haired teacher for a bit, he had orders to do and a battle to fight. Pointless talk will come later, it's time to be serious. "….Would you mind coming with me? A war is going on and you are the best subject for me."

"Oh yes, yes. Sure. Lead the way."

Rino and Chinami Endo had history together in the former's 1st year. Their relationship is regarded as 'Teacher and Teacher's pet'; Rino was a very good English speaker, Chinami was a kind teacher, qualities of which the other liked. She is well-liked among the students for her considerate attitude, Rino took the time to know the middle-aged teacher a little better. After a while, Rino and Chinami pretty much get along with each other and sometimes talk to each other with whatever boring topic they ever thought off.

Ask Chinami for small favors, she would easily accept them. Asking her to be the subject of the battle is simply nothing to her.

After a short searching, Rino was sure this was the squad that Yuuji talked about. 7 students, 4 boys and 3 girls, came out of the staircases and were heading the opposite direction of where Rino was going, right where Yuuji's recent position was.

The redhead was right, and he was quite impressed with how thought out Yuuji's plan was. Just by being out in the open, the enemy is getting desperate and are sending all of their forces to defeat the exposed class leader. Sending Rino to their direction was exactly the plan, he could either buy time, or simply defeat.

The option that is to be taken here is never obvious with all the excitement burning in his mind.

"Halt!" Rino firmly demanded, adding a loud clap with his hands that definitely gathered their attention to him.

"What the hell!? You're in the way, there is a war going on!" A male student demanded.

"Are you just gonna stand there? Get out of the way!" Another shouted.

"Out of the way, Goth boy! Go back to your drug house and get hopped!" A female demanded.

Another clap, much louder than the first. Had his foot been in good condition he would've stomped the floor just to scare her.

The girl who spoke didn't go any further than 2 steps forward.

Rino wasn't mad, not at all. Even if he was called a drug addict, or a Goth, or something else even horrible, he wasn't mad. Not in the least.

The only thing in his mind now was that he found his opponents. A potential enemy to fight, a good chance to finally try this system to the real thing. He isn't aiming for revenge via humiliating the girl, he just wanted to show how brutal a single avatar could be when properly handled, especially with trained ease.

Signaling to his favorite teacher with a nod, Chinami nodded and raised her palm in the air, announcing; "Permission granted!" A black box appeared from her hand and it expanded, phasing through Rino's body and the others', throughout the hallway, and the playing field was set.

His heart pumping, he couldn't ask for a better subject to play than this.

"….Summon." Rino calmly said along with a small stomp to the floor with his bad leg. Then a magic circle appeared below his feet, geometric designs encircling the round shape in art-like detail. He nearly mistook the magical circle on his feet with a DOTA character aura, but it was better than simply having his familiar appear out of nowhere.

As the magical circle was complete, another circle, 2x smaller than his own emerged from the floor right next to him. Then rose from it, Rino's familiar, his summoned being, the personification of his grades, his Shyoukanjuu.

The head rose first before the chest, then the knees, then the feet was visibly seen. With its entire body brought to existence, he simply needs to wake it up, as its eyes are probably still closed underneath those long bangs. Placing his will into the familiar's mind, the small demon twitched before it tilted its head back and roared a high-pitched howl, symbolizing its awakening.

The small creature opened its eyes, the color of its slit iris's left unknown to its owner, meeting the world once again after months and months of hibernation. It is ready, ready to fight, ready to kill whoever its master wishes him to kill.

Rino finally determined the height of the familiar: 56 cm tall; just above his knee (the height of a toddler like he thought). The familiar itself matched the physical appearance of Rino, the face matched his long bangs that covered the eyes, black hair and the pale skin. He will have to find out later if it's taller than other avatars just like he was taller than most Japanese teens and adults.

The armor it wore, determined by his grades and physical performance, was a jet-black coated hoody, the headwear worn. The tail of the coat almost reaching the floor, the armor it had consists of straps and pieces of ebony armor covering the abdomen, chest and wrists, providing protection on his vitals and important muscles. Black leather pants with ebony armor planted on the thighs, knees and shins, and a pair of dark combat boots.

The weapons the small creature had reminded Rino just how much he wanted to see them again: shining silver white Finger-Claws; the detailed Gothic design was almost unnoticeable, but the extra blades (6-inches long if it were life-sized) that jotted out from the first joints of each finger made the weapon appear far more intimidating.

The only thing that looked out of place among the equipment it had, natural to reality, was its pointed elf ears and the canine tail it had above its backside: A testament of the black magic the school had taken advantage of to bring these beings to life with a partnership of science.

The score of his English test shown in glowing text above the being's head.

Shimuya Rino, F-Class; English: 699 points.

It took almost all of Rino's self-control to not smirk. He wished he had done better to reach 700 or even 800 but this score is enough to defeat All of D-Class's worth.

The shock on the enemies' faces were priceless, they do not stand a chance against a score like this.

Looking down at his familiar, the being itself stared back against its towering counterpart.

"….It has been a long time." He somewhat greeted the creature, his voice regarding the being like it was a personal bodyguard newly returned from a time of retirement.

The familiar knelt to one knee and placed a metal claw on the floor as it bowed its head in greetings to seeing his master again.

"….I would love to chat with you but we have business to take care of." He told the being, it responded by standing up and bowing in the form of an agreeing nod.

Facing the group of enemies, who had not moved from their positions (and were still frozen in complete shock), he interlaced his fingers together in front of his chest; his confidence, if not cockiness, showing off from his body language. The familiar ran to the space between its master and his enemies, flexing its finger-claws threateningly, demanding the same thing as him:

Bring out your men so I could murder them.

Taking one step forward (with the familiar taking five), the group of 7 backed away, unable to escape this fight now that the enemy had summoned his being; demanding that they summon theirs as well, lest they are asking to be 'defeated' by refusing. The rules of the ESB denied them their chances to flee.

"….So," Rino spoke to them in a low tone, for the first (and final) time in this war that the enemies will ever hear of him. "….Do you all wish to be standing around all day?"

He separated his interlocked fingers, spreading his hands just by the elbow. The familiar was not so reserved like its master: it deviously smirked, showing rows of sharp and pointed canine teeth; and it growled, the rumbling ferocity unnerved them, even with its high-pitched vocal cords; raising its arms (head-level) showing all of the sharp metal digits that gleamed from an unknown source, its form visibly stiff and ready, preparing to spring forward to hack and slash the sooner they summon theirs.

"….Or are we going to fight?"