super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
It was, despite the sound of it. Amarant had been cranky on the wake up, something Lavitz couldn't help, but it also meant he's be more receptive to throwing fire down at his enemies. There had only been a few, torched by the time he finally reached the woman as she appeared and— was that Lucy? Then Kiernan was here. He'd spotted the monstrosity from afar — the Mages' Tower always stuck out like a sore thumb, but especially today — and beelined for it, though now that he was closer, Faram.
He exhaled sharply as he skid in next to the blonde, twisting his halberd in hand and casting a Protect on her not because she didn't seem able to hold herself, but because he was in armor against a massive, bladed thing, and she wasn't. His days of underestimating women who looked one way were over, but it was better so be safer than sorry. No one was getting gutted on his watch.
The shadow of Amarant circled overheard, the red wyvern roaring his displeasure. That makes two of us, Lavitz thought to himself, swinging his weapon into a defensive position for the time being.