”Was I late?” Luce thought to himself, but quickly shook off his doubts. He’d just have to see how things went for the time being. The second and opportunity to aid the red dragon-kin and attack a bandit showed itself, he’d take it.

Lucem meekly grabbed the still activated sword, trying to avoid actually touching the corpse by covering his fingers with his sleeves. Lucem himself wasn't very good with swords, but he was a genius; he obviously knew how to use one and could learn to use it even better than most with but a couple swings. Sword in one hand and ready to release a blast of magic with his other, he rushed at one of the bandits while shouting to avoid confusion.

"I'm with you, dragon-kin!"

Lucem didn't quite pick up on the sarcasm - or maybe he just ignored it - and spoke in an even more grandiose manner than usual. "Indeed! It is I, Lucem, and I have heroically fallen onto my victim!" Onlookers would probably think there was something wrong with him as he quickly stood up, trying to not touch the corpse as he did despite his near-necrophilia experience. If they didn't know him, they'd probably expect him to be joking.

Lucem scrambled out of the shortsword's trajectory and brought his hand to the dragon kin's face, after which he released a small but potent flash from his hands. Assuming the dragon kin was blinded, he stood up and brought his sword through the warrior's chest.

Being average or straight up bad at just about everything except magic, Lucem had no idea how to handle situations like this. What he did know, though, were two things: that the shield would make it harder to use his magic, and that his magic was his only saving grace. Instinctively and frantically, he ran towards the dragon kin. When he got close, he'd crouch down and try to flash him from below.

Somehow, these dragon kin seemed even more incompetent than Lucem. With some of his confidence restored, he followed the stumbling dragon kin and attempted to, like with the last one, stab it through it's chest.