Already ambling off to deal with unwanted pests, Ace had entirely missed the strange looks that he was being given for his choice in weaponry. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, he thought as it was mentioned, that somebody underestimated the strength of a little magic and some ordinary objects. Otherwise, step after step went behind the trail, to find it eventually underneath the slight gap that formed under every doorway.
”Uh… Yeah." A quick narrowing of his brows indicated that that was very well his intentions. It was a flan, a monster that controlled magical properties, something that disrupted the very balance of the structure of a magical academy. How could he not utilize his full strength to deal with it? Fingers twirled the flat sliver from knuckle to knuckle with ease, all in anticipation for what he was all too used to. A brief smirk, a less than comfortable exhale, everything served as a reminder: Killing was what he was familiar with.
”Is there a problem with that?”
A tad dumbfounded at the fact that his teasing had been on point, to the extent that he had apparently missed something obvious to Ace, Vaan considered the comedic image of the dealer throwing printed paper at the flan. At least, the little guy would probably get away from imminent death. Maybe a few paper cuts wouldn’t be quite so terrible.
Though, the determination of the other to destroy the thing with cards was concerning in itself. The malice that the other held for something less than a foot tall was a tad excessive, regardless of whatever danger he felt it may pose. Good day to be a hume…
Vaan slowed from his brisk pace to a casual walk, less alarmed about the monster’s welfare, until he had caught up to the other at the doorway. As for his concern over Ace’s methods, Vaan retired the majority of it.
“It… just doesn’t seem… very… effective, is all.”