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For all Isztivans careful consideration at the mission pick up board, it had all ended up having quite the opposite effect. He had figured for their first mission as a team they'd go somewhere Dominique was more familiar with, but he should have released Dom wouldn't have appreciated a mission that just happened to be in the same country as he was from.

"I just thought you'd have liked it, geez" Isztivan argued, though in a tone that expressed how strained this had become. The same argument had already happened between the pair multiple times during the trip to get to France.

"I told you I didn't live out in the country" Dom crossed his arms avoiding looking at his partner, a frown on his face, they both marched along the dirt path.

"But it's, like, you neck of the woods? Right?"

"Hmph" Dom muttered something in French under his breath. Beneath his grumpiness he was afraid, his first time truly fighting, he was supposed to be the weapon and Isztivan was relying on him. Maybe if he'd had some say in the mission choice he wouldn't have been quite so shaky on the inside.

Isztivan thought it best to avoid this any further for fear of messing up their resonance, especially on their first mission. He waved at the figure ahead, assuming it would be the staff from school, there wouldn't be much other reason to be out at this time of the evening.

Dominique suppressed his, albeit it next to impossible to see by his face, anger towards Isztivan. He only gave a nod when addressed to by the unfamiliar member of staff. Isztivan opted to go with. "Yep that's us!" And giving Dom a pat on the shoulder as he did so. Though expected a little bit more help from someone who was sent explicitly to help them in some way, evidentially not.

For a moment they stopped in front of Arashi, exchanging a glance that could only mean they where mentally asking each other what to do next.

"Well, go weapon mode? Just to be safe?" Isztivan said after an awkward pause.

"Oh, Q-qui" Dominique flashed bright blue and was replaced by a huge, unwieldy ninja star behind held by it's centre on Isztivan's arm.

Isztivan wasn't good at the whole soul perception thing, but he could feel Dominique's wavelength was off, it was normally small and meek by comparison to his own, but now it was spiked in a way, it wanted to reject him. Though anger wasn't the emotion he sensed, fear. He sighed, the only way Dom was going to over come this was by doing, he did sign up for it after all.

He walked slowly down to path Arashi had pointed to, he held Dom up defensibly in front of him.

If metal was capable of blushing in embarrassment, Dominique certain would have at Arashi' whistle. There was something defiantly off-putting about having such a oversized and cumbersome weapon form. But Isztivan seemed to manage just fine, at least, in training he did...

He moved along the dirt path, probably paying more attention to keeping his eye on the grass and other things that there was no chance of their target being hidden behind. Isztivan was easily as nervous as Dominique, though for slightly different reasons.

Doms reflect appeared on the shiny surface, only his face appearing along one of his his. "Isztivan..." His voice giving a odd metallic echo as he spoke though he was immediately interrupted by Isztivan breaking into a run on seeing what was undoubtedly the Wolf. "C-C-Careful!" The reflection shook.

Moving into the threshold of the door, reaching in wielding Dom first, his width making impossible to enter otherwise Isztivan stepped inside, ready and holding Dom in the best position he could manage to both throw and use him in close quarters.

Dominique's wavelength shrank, the scene he'd been focused to view through his metal form had done nothing for his confidence in this. Isztivan otherwise larger wavelength wavered, though continued it's job of feeding Doms, maintaining their balance. It had a lot of compensate for.

"Iz...Iz..." Came a wimper. It was impossible to properly turn away when in his current form he had no ability to move on his own. He shook in place.

Isztivan could only offer his soul, it's warmth to comfort him, he couldn't bring himself to speak either. Only silently motion it'd be all right and he'd pull them through this.

Sparks flew, Doms sharp edges knocking the axe back. He made a define wincing sound. Dom knew full well he couldn't be hurt quite the same way in weapon for mas he could as a human, but contact with a enemies axe was hardly made any more comforting even with that knowledge.

Isztivan couldn't say he felt the same way, right now he was far too concerned with keeping Dom as safe as he could despite using him as his main method of attack. His own wavelength flickered haphazardly, and though Dom wouldn't admit it, he felt the same way, without Isztivan might have already been hurt.

Dom was far to big to be used inside, not in here. He'd need a wide area to be able to properly swing him, he could only defend for now. But now the wolfs swing gave him a chance, he jumped backwards to avoid it, back towards the door he'd entered through. Dom would probably be able to focus on his resonance without the bloody mess in sight.

Isztivan grinned, he could get sort of used to this, though it was more the satisfaction of outwitting his opponent. Dom was too focused on maintaining his link with his partner.

Now might be his only chance, the wolf was distracted, and overly confident, falling for his bluff and thinking he intended to run away. Really he'd failed to notice how much easier it would be to attack with his own weapon, Dominique. It was a risky move, but now was his best shot, time to use Dom as his weapon form was intended to be used.

"Try not to panic Dom"

Dom had no time to react or protest, before his reflection to reappear he was sent flying, spinning and waist height at the wolf.

Isztivan didn't look, he cringed at the sound already on the impact. Dom would have too if he was able.

Returning to human form the spike of the that had pierced the wolf had translated over to be Doms left arm. He trembled and looked visibly paler than he was before and he stared at the blood tricking down his arm.

"...D-désolé" He just sort of stared off into the distance at no one in particular, clear distraught by what had happened.

"...Dom..."

If there was an end to that sentence Dom wouldn't have heard it anyway. He passed out at the gory sight into Isztivans arms just as he was reaching to try and console him.

Isztivan gave a apologetic look to Arashi that seemed to read "Sorry about him, he'll be okay once he comes too". Dom could figure out how souls tasted to him later once he was concious again.