[BlueInTheShell]

Christoval was had, and he couldn't help but snicker and grin like a sheepish loon when Arabella managed to hit the nail on the head of love, the younger knight nodding a few times and sighing. "Am I that obvious? Darn, I thought I was hiding it a lot better than I thought I was I guess." He grunted for a second and looked over towards the diminuative hand on his shoulder before nodding a few times. "I don't plan on dying. I have to become a knight first. Or a Paladin. And Wisp drilled me relentlessly on watching the battlefield and such. If you want, the next time we rest for good, I'd be happy to show you what I can do. I'd even go against Waltz!" He laughed, looking over to the large woman and then regretting his bravado when she glared at him, eyes wide and a giant toothy smile that only seemed to resemble a wild animal.

"Word of Advice. Don't deal with demons, Arabella. It's more trouble than it's worth." Wisp sniped in really quickly, before turning her focus elsewhere, leaving the Barbarian woman to nod and huff. "Ah'll take you on, but if ah win, yah gotta wash mah ass when ah bathe." Waltz replied towards the young knight, flexing an arm with biceps nearly the side of Arabella herself, and winked at the Halfling before addressing Kastivi. "Well, if yah do have Northerner in yahself, it ain't showing. Yah look as southern as Percival looks miserable. Ah! Yah right, it would be too easy. Ah hope it's not just goblins. Ah ain't gonna get a proper workout if it's the little runts."

Christoval nodded, and looked towards Kastivi her confusion and doubt prompting the boy to begin the arduous process of loading the arquebus one he snagged it back from her. First there was a bit of primer that was loaded down the barrel, followed by a small bit of the black, sulfurous powder he had mentioned, before Christoval fumbled on his person for a round for the arquebus. "Yeah, you're right. It's really strong. A lot stronger than a sling, but easy enough to use. When it's not wet. Or jammed. It's a sensitive weapon, but it'll put a hole through just about anything. Lemme show you!" Christoval said, before frowning and shaking his head. "Oh no, nevermind, I only have a few arquebus rounds left...I'll keep it primed at least though." He grumbled, "Hm? Oh, I mean, Dark Mage practice is tough, but it does blend a little bit of others in there. Hellfire is still fire nonetheless, so I feel like I can deal with pyromancy with a bit of decency."

Wisp gave Percival a deadpan look, and shrugged her shoulders at the healer. "The nearly dead are worse than ghosts. At least I can stop chanting and the dead stop blurting things out. I have to put a dagger in the nearly dead to make them stop." Back on her feet, the Dark Mage arched her back and yawned, and then sighed gently. "I would kill someone or throw them on an alter to be able to ride a horse now. Christoval. Leaves the bags. I'm making you run to build endurance."

Back on his feet, Christoval turned and cocked his head at Wisp, before his eyes went wide and he shook his head. "No. Nono. Not this again. At least give me a few seconds of a head start!"

"One...Two..."

And almost as if he teleported, the young knight began to foot it in their direction, Wisp chuckled and looking towards Arabella. "He has about ten seconds before I summon a hellhound with the instructions to fetch him. It's amusing. I can carry the baggage."