<<Changed profile a bit. Shouldn't be much of a problem and not a anything really important.
Wait, if the professer is outside, there's no point of saying he's out.... Is he or not? And also a name for him would be nice
Hikaru had half expected, but was half very surprised, at Jerovya's move. Instinctively, she ducked as the sword flew over her head.
"Professer, is that sword important?" She asked urgently.
"It can always be remade." The old man replied, shaking his head.
The sword started melting from the tip, turning a bright red and began to lose it's shape. Flames licked the hilt and threatened to burn the knight's hands if he held on any longer. The second the sword hit the ground, the flames disapeared to leave a cooling blob of metal.
"Wise choice." Hikaru informed him, and dodged just in time to miss a ball of black fire that was directed at her head. She whirled around to see a mage and what seemed like a fighter standing there, the mage still having his hand raised from his attack. There was one more mage hiding, she could feel the aura, but she wasn't sure if there were any others.
"It seems you can't do anything right, General
Thorn." The mage smirked at the so called general. The knight blanched, or seemed to, of what could be seen of his face. His leg twitched, but he seemed to think better of attacking the mage.
"Are there any more warrior type people?" She hissed to Jerovya. He would most probably know. So would the professer, but unfortunately there was the Dark Knight in between them.
Magic, she could handle, but knives........
And now they
were out numbered.