Tobias turns his head to view the scene of the battle just as Clavier's arrow strikes true, but the sight of X'ahce becomes lost once the Seeker engages close quarter combat and disappears behind the foul beast at the angle Tobias was at. He stops barely before Lorielle does, still ignoring the small trickle of blood that continues to soak his already saturated Hyuran tunic.
       Then he felt something wet run down his defined cheekbones. He was hardly out of breath from the quick jaunt, so sweating was out of the question. Then it became ironically clear. Water. "Oh you have to be..." he mutters in annoyance at the sudden realization he was once again soaked--though it was partly from blood. Some droplets of water was tinted with a swirl of crimson.
       Lorielle's retort brings the Hyur to snap his attention to her and away from Toad, wound, and being water-logged again. "It was risky. And foolish," his playful tone had all but vanished, a stern and scolding inflection in it's place, "you would force hands to sacrifice mind and body for you. And any Disciple of War worth their steel would do so without hesitation." Eyebrows tense towards one another as a flash of anger betrays the calm, yet a nuance of concern in turn presents itself in his lecture, "Your well-being takes priority. And not just because you have a pretty face."
       A thing, exact details of what were still hidden, but still a thing was triggered in his actions and words when Tobias spoke to Lorielle. The realization of the Midlander's terseness was evident to both as he takes a small step back as frustrated features simmer. He knew her intentions were noble and his eyes reflected that knowledge from the look of regret that briefly veils over. She might have been able to catch the subtle change in expression if she was keen enough. He turns his head to seemingly just look over at the fallen Toad instead of looking anywhere to avoid exposing anything more than he already has.
       "Though it helps." the satin and silk tone back with his visage back to it's normal calmness as he adds to his last statement. However, the soft nuances of his words gives an inkling of something else, "Do not try to be a hero, Conjurer. You are better than that." The dark-crowned Hyur cants his head towards where the Toad lies as he addresses the glance Lorielle made down to his still bleeding wound earlier, "Make sure the others are well. I will keep." Though if anyone, Tobias would only think that X'ahce may need aid since the Midlander did not see where the Seeker was after he disappeared from Tobias' sight.
       "Gods damn it all! Off with the women instead of helping!" the driver shouted at Tobias before throwing the bushel of gyshal greens at the employee. "Get to work!" Tobias whips around to look at the Blonde-Hyur.
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"You seemed to have it under control." Tobias nonchalantly shrugs.
"No thanks to you!" rising frustration from the driver evident as he stops in his tracks and turns around to face the raven-haired.
"You never brought me mine when you retrieved yours."
"Oh, I'm sorry! Do ya want me to wipe yer ass too while I am savin' it?!"
"She took off before I could retri--"
"So that makes it justified?!" Â Â Â Â Â Â
"I did the exact same thing you would have done!"
"Don't you presume to know what I would've done!"
"They take priority, or did you forget that?!"
"Don't you fuckin' dare...." a warning in both words and eyes as they begin to narrow.
"This is not Limsa Lom--" was interrupted, but by a right hook to the jaw instead of more words.
"THIS IS JUST LIKE LIMSA LOMINSA!" blue eyes seething with anger "...only you did now what you should've done then." draws a ragged breath in and stands straight and relaxes his fist. "Now get. To. Work." The two look impassioned at one another for a moment longer before the Blue-Blonde Hyur wanders back off to find one of the Chocobos.      Â
       Tobias rubs gingerly at the spot where fist met jaw. It was a solid blow. With a quiet sigh he goes off towards the other tracks.
       Then he felt something wet run down his defined cheekbones. He was hardly out of breath from the quick jaunt, so sweating was out of the question. Then it became ironically clear. Water. "Oh you have to be..." he mutters in annoyance at the sudden realization he was once again soaked--though it was partly from blood. Some droplets of water was tinted with a swirl of crimson.
       Lorielle's retort brings the Hyur to snap his attention to her and away from Toad, wound, and being water-logged again. "It was risky. And foolish," his playful tone had all but vanished, a stern and scolding inflection in it's place, "you would force hands to sacrifice mind and body for you. And any Disciple of War worth their steel would do so without hesitation." Eyebrows tense towards one another as a flash of anger betrays the calm, yet a nuance of concern in turn presents itself in his lecture, "Your well-being takes priority. And not just because you have a pretty face."
       A thing, exact details of what were still hidden, but still a thing was triggered in his actions and words when Tobias spoke to Lorielle. The realization of the Midlander's terseness was evident to both as he takes a small step back as frustrated features simmer. He knew her intentions were noble and his eyes reflected that knowledge from the look of regret that briefly veils over. She might have been able to catch the subtle change in expression if she was keen enough. He turns his head to seemingly just look over at the fallen Toad instead of looking anywhere to avoid exposing anything more than he already has.
       "Though it helps." the satin and silk tone back with his visage back to it's normal calmness as he adds to his last statement. However, the soft nuances of his words gives an inkling of something else, "Do not try to be a hero, Conjurer. You are better than that." The dark-crowned Hyur cants his head towards where the Toad lies as he addresses the glance Lorielle made down to his still bleeding wound earlier, "Make sure the others are well. I will keep." Though if anyone, Tobias would only think that X'ahce may need aid since the Midlander did not see where the Seeker was after he disappeared from Tobias' sight.
       "Gods damn it all! Off with the women instead of helping!" the driver shouted at Tobias before throwing the bushel of gyshal greens at the employee. "Get to work!" Tobias whips around to look at the Blonde-Hyur.
     Â
"You seemed to have it under control." Tobias nonchalantly shrugs.
"No thanks to you!" rising frustration from the driver evident as he stops in his tracks and turns around to face the raven-haired.
"You never brought me mine when you retrieved yours."
"Oh, I'm sorry! Do ya want me to wipe yer ass too while I am savin' it?!"
"She took off before I could retri--"
"So that makes it justified?!" Â Â Â Â Â Â
"I did the exact same thing you would have done!"
"Don't you presume to know what I would've done!"
"They take priority, or did you forget that?!"
"Don't you fuckin' dare...." a warning in both words and eyes as they begin to narrow.
"This is not Limsa Lom--" was interrupted, but by a right hook to the jaw instead of more words.
"THIS IS JUST LIKE LIMSA LOMINSA!" blue eyes seething with anger "...only you did now what you should've done then." draws a ragged breath in and stands straight and relaxes his fist. "Now get. To. Work." The two look impassioned at one another for a moment longer before the Blue-Blonde Hyur wanders back off to find one of the Chocobos.      Â
       Tobias rubs gingerly at the spot where fist met jaw. It was a solid blow. With a quiet sigh he goes off towards the other tracks.
