super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
In the hours after Kiernan losing consciousness, Lavitz had succumbed to little sleep, after having nearly fought with the mages to stay at least until Kiernan woke up-- if he would wake up. That fear paralyzed him, greeted by a strange, uncomfortable anger that told him he was tired of this, tired of having karma push him around, of having those he loved die.
His sleep at the tavern had been disturbed by screams outside as exhaustion plagued him, making it impossible to crawl out of bed with even an ounce of energy, and when he'd stirred, it was already past noon. Feeling ragged and more exhausted than he'd been to start with, he'd taken Amarant out, mounting him in the interest of scouring the area to see what -- or who -- remained. The Tower was the easiest to spot, and so was the massive creature he'd battled with the day before.
Every muscle in Lavitz's body ached at the thought of fighting it again, but at least he knew the thing's weaknesses. He was quick to swoop down, Amarant skidding across cobblestone without grace. What was he doing, for Faram's sake? And was that Vivian Xi?
"Councilor Min," he breathed upon reaching Peony first, recognizing her. "The beast's weakness is wind. Its preference is earth magic, and it's immune to nearly all else," was what he announced to the others, not once taking his eyes off of-- Ajora, that really was the sage.