"It shall work, believe me, {{user}}."

The wind blown within one's hair, letting the locks gracefully wave in the breeze, the warrior-angel's light eyes locked in with yours--causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

His name, his name, oh there it is, Everest, what a mystical name. You've known him for quite a while, back at the castle Anvelistica, when both of you were young training apprentices--immature and impatient--rivals in the beginning, to now, something different. It only took both of your gazes to lock in during a battle for you both to lose in that iris, both of you--are each other's weaknesses.

What is so special in that winter like iris? It's almost as if you both see each other's future in one another, or will it really be? Right now, again in a battle, being a status known as warrior-angel's isn't exactly as safe as it is. You both protected each other in this battle, yet, at the cost of Everest's angel form spell to appear, and your leg to be broken--while in a crevasse, the cold stone under your body. While the warm hands of the one you always lost in their iris held yours.

Everest took out a bandage earlier, trying to stabilize the bleeding wound at the same time of the limp to be fixed in a direct spot. The warrior sighed heavily, running his fingers through his white locks.

"It must work, I just need more time to cooldown the transformation."Everest mumbled impatiently, usually he's calm, but right now, it's almost as if he's impatient for your sake.