An Idiot, a Dragon, and Some Rock People. (PM to enter)

[Shulk]

For a moment, Shulk stood frozen in a battle ready position while he waited for the golem to get up. It didn't, and the Monado, seemingly knowing that the battle was finished, retracted its beam and slowly slid back together in a way that must have looked impressive... for all the people that weren't watching him. "We...did it," Shulk muttered, the boy sounded like he was in disbelief; the fight ended just as quickly as it had begun, and they weren't bloody stains on the mountain. The longer he stared at the immobile chunk of rock, the bigger the goofy grin that spread across his face became. "We did do..." Shulk's eyes drifted up to his companion, and they widening in surprise, "Rin wait--" But no, Rin had already plunged his flaming sword into the head of the golem. If the golem was sentient, they were desecrating its remains right now.

As always, Rin was oblivious to his words, and Shulk didn't chastise him this time as there was little point in spoiling their victory. Rin had just pulled his sword free when the golem's head suddenly exploded following a loud BANG! In fact, it exploded quite violently, spraying chunks of dirty, soot covered rocks in all directions which forced Shulk to cover his face with his arms lest he got pebbles in his eyes. The Homs ignored his friend's predictably angry outburst and peered around the environment. Their own heads were still intact, so whoever it was had wanted to help, albeit their definition of "help" involved shooting a dead monster... Oh well, it was the thought that counted, and Shulk figured it was only right to thank the stranger for their efforts.

There, in the distance...Shulk thought he could make out a head of black hair. When their arm shot up to wave him and Rin down, he waved back at them, smiling. "Thank you!" The Monado wielder called out before sheathing the titular sword. He faced Rin, "let's go see who that is," he said, walking towards their mysterious benefactor.

"Um... we appreciate the help, but that monster was already dead." Shulk called out while still on the way to the stranger's vantage point. He must have sounded terribly meek, maybe he was scared of angering a sniper who could have him in their sights in a flash. Of course, he hadn't gotten a vision of his impeding death, so it could be safe to assume that he wasn't in any danger. With that in mind, he kept on his way towards the sniper.