Aerith ATTN Seifer
Tense minutes went by as Aerith watched the silver-haired man fall. He didn't get up, not yet, but she was under the impression that any moment now, he would, and the fight would start all over again. Time slowly ticked by, and finally, with the summons no longer attacking, and the man no longer rising up to go on his killing rampage, she made her way around to crowds towards Seifer, to get a better look at the battle field, for one, and to see if she could help.
Of course, she was in a mix of shock and disapproval to see Seifer lounging quite comfortably on the bench with a bag of popcorn. It was true that there really wasn't anything he could do to stop the fight without getting himself hurt in the process, but still . . . he looked more like someone watching a movie than as the Captain of the Disciplinary Committee.
Shaking her head, she said sternly, "Mr. Almasy, I sometimes wonder if you take your job seriously at all." Then, glancing over to the battle scene, she said in a softer voice, "Is it over now? Is there anyway I can help?"