It seems that regrets do like his company very much.

Shaking his head, the male kept his face impassive. There was no point in antagonizing the poor idiot. But it was still annoying despite his resolution. What was? Well, the person that ended up dragging him to this bounty. Of course, he could probably blame his want to hunt down monsters to test his magic as the cause of this situation. He didn't even sigh, as his cape billowed behind him, of course with a little effort to make it happen. He's seriously fond of his cape, and well perhaps it's the only piece of vanity he allows himself.

Although that nickname makes Magicman want to set this moron on fire.

''No problem.'' he responds. His tone is even, calm. It doesn't show his little temptation to harm him. But the male looks out at the water, and his eyes narrow. Something was there, oh he could feel it, taste the magic in the air. Most would ask of their companion were ready, but that was not his modus operandi at all. The heretic had no compulsion to assure the safety of others, but for a single moment he thought of his guild leader. This man had some of the same energy, and that perhaps was his only saving grace.

But he would hang back and wait, after all he needed to know what they were up against before he would take actions.

Recklessness did not mean the lack of a mind, or lack of patience.

He knew his flaw lied in such a thing, but still he didn't want to really bring attention to it. And yet, even he could tell when someone would rush things, such as the male before him. However, the red head just shook his head as the other seemed to become impatient. Generally, being reckless and impatience worked hand in hand. ''Sure.'' he said, not letting his tone be coloured by the myriad of thoughts in his head. Cool and unflappable, that was the kind of image he'd project. After all, it was his nature to be the one relied on, as he blazed his own path forward.

He was unused to being the follow up, as in this case.

With click of his tongue - not in annoyance, what a surprise - the male rose his fingers. In his hand, was something that most would be surprised to see. It looked like a stick, but wasn't a wand in the conventional sense either - rather, it was a strange gnarled thing with a knot. And inside the knot, there was a gem - ruby in colour, much like his hair. He waved it, his eyes glowing with some ethereal light, as the magic in his veins sang with use. But rather, for once, it wasn't around him. No, it was around his companion, strands of water and light shifting together, forming a shape. Said shape was something very fitting of the man - he was tempted to call him boy, what with his childish like enthusiasm - and would protect him whilst he was away.

''Rather then luck, I wish you caution. If something happens, send your'' and here, the male hesitated a moment before continuing ''Patronus back to me. I'll know you're in trouble then, and be prepared to receive you.'' he said. Part of him dearly hoped that this guy didn't know jack about the Harry Potter franchise, because honestly he wasn't sure if he could keep his perfect calm if called out. It wasn't his fault the game gave him a skill like this! It was fitting, of course, but still! But pushing that thought away, he would watch cautiously.

Constant vigilance, after all, was a good lesson to learn, even as the male held the other's hat.

If he was a sighing man, he would do so.

He already felt tired and they hadn't even begun to fight yet! Hopefully, this water logged boy would be a capable fighter, because the red head mage honestly did not think he could carry him at the current time. And then there was blessed silence. The sea seemed calm, as the day was calm too - but the player knew that it would not stay like this. His fingers itched, because he knew he would fight soon. And admittedly, in his time here, he'd slowly begun to get used to combat, even to crave it on some level. There was just something exhilarating about being able to withstand hits from creatures that should have killed him.

And yet, here he was, still standing.

But his reflections would be cut short quickly, as the male came back. The Patronus was still in the water, long and sinuous. A giant snake like being, much like the general idea of what is called a Leviathan. And considering the class of said boy, it was very apt for it to take that shape. The other player's words were immediately heeded, and with a pre-arranged signal, the male stopped the boat. And with another, a small boat was lowered into the water - smaller then the one he was currently on at least. It was big enough for two people at most. And with cape swirling in movement, the Heretic descended, letting the boat lower with him inside of it.

Now, he was in the water too.

''You'll be fine fighting him in the waters?'' the male asked. He was checking the final points of his inventory, even as he spied the mark from the corner of his eye on the mini-map. ''I'll provide support from the boat, and take his attention away. You'll be the main source of damage, so if you're in danger, send me a signal.'' he added. The plan was forming together immediately, after all he had time to watch the area and plan. So now, he could be reckless, and charge in. If he were a man of expressions, he would be smiling in anticipation right now.

But he wasn't, so he looked to his companion for confirmation, even as a glow started to coalesce in his hands once more.

Without preamble, the boy was off.

Simplicity. Perhaps he would not have to pull his teeth out for this bounty. The glow around his hands seemed to vanish, forming into a thin layer around the boy's body. A shield, the one he used the most because it was efficient. Not only did it shield the targeted ally, but it redirected the damage - and the aggro - to him. His fingers were already curving in the air, even as the boy engaged their bounty. The mage knew he had little time to get this timing right - something twisting in the air around him, even as the boy was lifted into the air out of the sea.

Ah tentacles, fantastic.

It was like an orchestra. Magicman could leave the Patroni on AI if he wanted to - but he didn't. In fact, he had tied them to him and his ally, but primarily to his ally because he was taking all the risks. The shape that was in the water, following the boy until now, suddenly burst out. It screamed in return at the bounty, before coiling around the other tentacles - the ones that wasn't being ridden on. It's length of coils tightened around it, preventing movement. And since he was pouring his power into it, well, let's just say the leviathan patronus was getting huge. Sweat was rolling off his brow, but he refused to give in - his magic was his pride and joy. And he would not fail at it!

The second guardian was forming, shapeless mist until he truly needed it, but for now, it was still up to his party member to get the ball rolling.

He was just here to make sure they didn't die after all, it was the water boy's moment.

His eyes narrowed, blue chips of ice glowing with the power he was now weaving.

''Start cutting off the tentacles when they reach you, and head towards where the bounty is - this is just the defences. I can shield you as you take on the main body, and keep the rest of the adds away with aggro control.'' he said, yelling it out if needed. But his fingers were weaving patterns, symbols flashing in the air, even as he felt the crack, and then snap of the first Patronus. Biting down on his lip, he held back the cry of the magical backlash, but was already working on his next combo.

The Patronus he summoned for himself became as the first, and dived into the waves, quickly attacking any target that the boy would aim towards.

Meanwhile, a shield flickered around the boy's skin again, making him glow very lightly. Each strike, each hit the boy sustained, would reflect back on him. But Magicman was not done - he weaved his magic, giving himself a regeneration for each hit taken. The comb of spells allowed him to chain cast, thus allowing him to summon yet another Patronus. Flicking his eyes to his mana bar, he knew he would be fine for now. Luckily for him, his spells didn't take a lot of resources, as they were combo dependant and made to rapid fire chain spam. It was the format that made his class a very successful caster defender.

His next Patronus wound itself around the tiny ship, keeping him steady in the rocking waves by providing a safe haven, even as the magic bled through his fingers for more.

It was thrumming in his veins.

A breath released, he watched carefully the situation. His hands moved however, always making sure that things were perfect. That the shield was maintained on his party member, and that his own regen based one was still active. To handle the patroni, the one with the boy tearing through another tentacle that was near by the one he attacked. The flow of the battle was simple, and he was meant to stand there and watch it unfold. But yet, the bounty would not let him do so.

But the boy was already there.

''Don't worry about me, it will attack me. That's what I want it to do, so that you can hurt it whilst it's focused on me, the defender.'' he said. He didn't think he had to explicitly say it, but honestly if he did well he did. With a violent motion, the red headed mage felt the tingles of his magic spawn yet another Patronus. And it was then, that a small smirk bloomed on his face. Because this Patronus was forming itself, wings a dome around him. The male could see through it, but it was a protection, because that was the function of the spell. And it also meant that there was no limit on how many he could bring up.

So long as he kept the cooldowns short to keep up with it.

The words of his companion touched a part of his heart.

And then proceeded to crush it ruthlessly.

But such a thing was thrown to the four winds immediately. His focus was more on the battle then any of his mood swings concerning his ego. Luckily for the red head, he had already thought of what would happen once his shield broke. But the boy had to keep up the pace, which he couldn't really if the male thought about it. And that was the mistake, the flaw that Magicman had. He had the habit of recklessly going forward, confident of his own power but not realizing the limits of his allies. He observed, and got their abilities and capabilities.

But then he would destroy everything by pushing them too far.

The beam of water hit his party mate, and the mage saw the boy's health drop. With a hiss, he jerked his hand. It was pure luck that he had set a MANA FORCE barrier on the boy as well. Even as his health had dropped, the world's heart beat once, twice. And then suddenly, the Leviathan's health would start to restore, climbing up and restoring the damage that had been done. And even during that, another faint light circled the boy. PRANA COMPLEX was once more around him. But at this point, Magicman was no longer simply content with controlling the flow of aggro.

''Take a minute and recover. I'll hold him off.'' he said.

And then, his hands rose. The strange non-glow around him seemed to flicker, and then the world just shifted. There were two Patronus - one holding the waves back from his craft, and the second shielding him from all attacks. A third - the first spawned - was still lying broken in the sea. A fourth was forming as well, even as the male breathed out. ''Magic, I ask thee.'' he whispered. A plea, a prayer, a message from son to parent. For magic was the one that fostered and kept him alive all these wears.

Twin glows engaged, the broken Patronus entwined with the fourth summoned, making a double binded chain around the bounty, holding it back a few more moments. But the cost was great - sweat pearled off his brow, and his own breath was harsh and rapid now. But he held the monster in a strangle hold for now, keeping them alive just a bit longer.