Ryuuji had been on his way to chop wood. Because it was exercise, and exercise was good, and chopping things to pieces made him feel less like trying to dismantle Hogwarts with his bare hands. Except this looked like a fight, and that would be more interesting, and hey, it would be fun to see Wolfram getting squished!
With a flip of his ponytail, he sauntered up and stood outside the ring, patting one of the stones. Heh. As Hogwarts's peacekeeper, he really ought to just explode the thing or maybe melt it down, but Ryuuji didn't really feel like being responsible today. Instead, he shot Wolfram and Roxy a bright, innocent grin, "Good luck, both of you. Let's have a nice, clean fight."
That said, he stepped back, intending on keeping himself a safe distance from the fight.
Wolfram just unbuckles his sword and sheath from his belt, and hands them to Ryuuji. "Here, Ryuuji, you are the only person here I can trust with this. Keep it safe until I am done schooling this human wench in manners."
He then smartly turns away, walking into the ring.
"...?!" Utterly bewildered by why he, of all people, should be considered trustworthy, Ryuuji took the sword and sheath carefully. Huh. He felt a little bad now about having wished Wolfram to do badly, so called after the other, "Right, best of luck!"
That said, he settled down to watch the fight, sitting cross-legged with the sword and sheath resting in his lap. This should be interesting, to say the least.
Wolfram limped back to Ryuuji, holding himself as if he had won the duel with a daring feat of strength and not on a technicality. He held out a hand, imperiously. "Now return my sword to me."
He looked out at Roxy's retreating form. "She was overcome with fear and lost her concentration. It is obvious she has never received a soldier's training!" And it was also obvious that Wolfram was doing everything he could to make people forget the image of him twirling in the air.
Ryuuji offered up the sword with both hands as he'd been taught to do, the sheath resting on the palms of his hands so that Wolfram could simply lift it off. Inwardly, he howled with laughter, but outwardly, he maintained a solemn expression.
"Who wouldn't be scared at the sight of you charging towards them? Truly a terrifying sight." Ryuuji stated. Wow. He ought to get a medal for not having laughed at the sight of Wolfram being blown right off the ground, as if he were a Barbie being lifted by a giant hand.
With practiced ease, Wolfram took his sword and attached it back to his belt. His serious expression outmatched even Ryuuji's, although the demon probably knew how silly he looked. That was probably the reason behind his solemn manner.
"Yes. When I charged at Yuuri like that, he eventually turned into his Maou form. He only does that when someone is in grave danger." The demon doesn't mention that Yuuri only transformed after a misfired blast of flame almost harmed one of the serving girls, which caused the Maou to appear to give Wolfram a metaphorical spanking.
"Why did you charge at Yuuri, and what's a Maou form?" Ryuuji asked curiously, uncrossing his legs and pushing himself to stand up. The grass stained the inside of his hands a light green, and Ryuuji dusted his hands against each other lightly without thinking, trying to get rid of the smears.
"I was dueling him at the time. And Yuuri's Maou form is what happens when he uses the full powers of his station. With it he saves the innocent and punishes the wicked. Justice." Wolfram took a step back when Ryuuji rose, one hand resting over his hip, several inches above the pommel of his sword.
"What were you duelling him over?" Ryuuji questioned curiously, arching a eyebrow slightly at Wolfram's pose -- honestly, could you get any girlier? -- but not commenting. His own wrists were wrapped over with white bandages, cuffs gone, and he slid his hands into his pockets, utterly relaxed and at his ease.
"It was the day after he proposed to me," Wolfram says, as if it was self-explanatory. Not turning his back to Ryuuji, he takes out his wand and signals for a House Elf. It was time to clean up.
"And it's traditional to duel someone after they propose to you?" Ryuuji inquired, wondering what sort of weird customs Wolfram's world had. Huh. He'd need to be careful around him, clearly.
"Don't be ridiculous." Wolfram rolls his eyes and sniffs. "I was insulted by the proposal. We had only just met when he slapped me, and we were not on the best of terms. I didn't believe that he was suited to be the Maou. I was mistaken, but you couldn't fault me for believing such things at the time. Yuuri is only half-demon, and was raised amongst humans!"
"...Slappped you?" Ryuuji blinked at that. Okay, he wasn't exactly bestest-buddies with Wolfram, but even Wolfram shouldn't be in abusive relationships. And Yuuri had seemed so cute, really not the type to hurt anyone he was with!
"Yes! It was humiliating. And so I challenged him to a duel, and he accepted." And Yuuri won. Three times in a row. But he wasn't about to tell Ryuuji that. He might try to talk Terry out of his fencing lessons.
"...Well, I'm glad that you stood up for yourself, at least." Ryuuji stated, still rather worried about Wolfram. Cautiously, not sure if he was treading on delicate grounds, he asked, "Does he, er, slap you often -- and what occasioned him to do it that first time?"
"Like a Mazoku Prince would do any less!" He crosses his arms and looks proud. But that soon reverses into shame when he confesses, "I called his mother an insensitive woman with loose morals. And then he proposed to me." Wolfram looks at Ryuuji in confusion. "Why would he need to slap me a second time? The first one served its purpose."
He widens his eyes. "Unless you're speaking of a backhanded blow. You don't think he would do such a thing, would you?"
With a flip of his ponytail, he sauntered up and stood outside the ring, patting one of the stones. Heh. As Hogwarts's peacekeeper, he really ought to just explode the thing or maybe melt it down, but Ryuuji didn't really feel like being responsible today. Instead, he shot Wolfram and Roxy a bright, innocent grin, "Good luck, both of you. Let's have a nice, clean fight."
That said, he stepped back, intending on keeping himself a safe distance from the fight.
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He then smartly turns away, walking into the ring.
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That said, he settled down to watch the fight, sitting cross-legged with the sword and sheath resting in his lap. This should be interesting, to say the least.
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He looked out at Roxy's retreating form. "She was overcome with fear and lost her concentration. It is obvious she has never received a soldier's training!" And it was also obvious that Wolfram was doing everything he could to make people forget the image of him twirling in the air.
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"Who wouldn't be scared at the sight of you charging towards them? Truly a terrifying sight." Ryuuji stated. Wow. He ought to get a medal for not having laughed at the sight of Wolfram being blown right off the ground, as if he were a Barbie being lifted by a giant hand.
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"Yes. When I charged at Yuuri like that, he eventually turned into his Maou form. He only does that when someone is in grave danger." The demon doesn't mention that Yuuri only transformed after a misfired blast of flame almost harmed one of the serving girls, which caused the Maou to appear to give Wolfram a metaphorical spanking.
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He widens his eyes. "Unless you're speaking of a backhanded blow. You don't think he would do such a thing, would you?"
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