Rage of the Eternal Flame III

I had always known Crowe had been a cruel man. I'd always known he'd killed before, but the way he shattered the minds of everyone I pointed out was affiliated with the Eternal Flame with his Astral Swords had been something he'd done without the slightest hint of remorse had left me proud to call him my brother. 

It wasn't every day I got to see him in action. And to see him so strong made me somewhat annoyed by his battle prowess that damn near rival my own. 

"Good job," I said, patting his head.

Crowe rolled his eyes, "I'm not a dog, you know." 

Through [Gravitational Sensory], my cheeks flared at the lack of foes before I sighed indecently at the useless men this damn school was cultivating. First years or not, they could at least put up a fight. 

"Should we go get something to eat?"