She grabs Harvey...

The sergeant strolled over to Harvey, opening her arms wide for a hug. Harvey looked at her with wide eyes, then grinned oafishly, rubbing the back of his curly, orange hair. He wasn't going to openly reciprocate a sappy gesture like that, but he would definitely let it happen.

Ralli got in close, wrapping her arms tightly around Harvey. "Harley Dustaine. I need you to heal Baldwin so we can question him. I can feel his control on me has slipped. Now, it should be safe."

"If you say so, ma'am," Harley agreed, stooping beside Liam to begin casting her healing magic on his twice-broken neck. "I feel like he could stand to suffer a bit more to learn his lesson."

"I am sure he's suffered enough," Ralli spoke evenly, holding Harvey tightly... Tightly...

Harley wiped the sweat from her forehead, wincing as she saw the light returning into the eyes of her despicable opponent. "Are you sure it's safe to heal him completely? Liam could easily have another trick up his sleeve-"

As the young trainee looked back at her sergeant's strange display of affection with her brother, she instead barely had time to register the huge, injured body of Harvey flying towards her. Before she could react, she was bowled over, pinned beneath his muscles.

Ralli walked towards the two, taking slightly shaky steps as she clenched her teeth in a grimace. "He... probably does have... another trick up his sleeve... Harley Dustaine..."

"He probably does, Teach!" the newly-healed Liam Baldwin agreed, rising to his feet with a nasty smile and dusting off his padded armor. "How kind of you to notify your slow students! That sharpness is why you're the teacher, of course! Hehehehaa!!"

Liam picked up his practice sword and threw his free arm around Ralli's waist, strolling along with her until they were standing over the Dustaines. Harvey was ****. Harley wasn't strong enough to get Harvey's weight off of her. Nonetheless, she tried to release her magic-

Ralli's training sword slammed down right in front of Harley's eyes. The young woman coughed at the huge cloud of airborne dirt.

"Ah ah!" the brazen young man tut-tutted Harley. "Ms. Dustaine... I have Teach here trained with a certain reaction whenever I start to feel any little tingle in my neck. Looks like her aim needs a little work, but... I think I got it there now. So, instead of that... How's about we have a civilized conversation? We're going to talk about your punishment game, Harley... Oh no! Don't look so worried. It's nothing violent. I think you'll find it's pretty generous compared to what you did to me..."