Cian/Maria
"Whatever it is," he said, as he circled the serpent's head and fought the wind to rise high enough to get clear of the angry coils of it erupting from the ocean, "it works." And as far as he was concerned, that was good enough. Faram was a load of shit made up by someone thousands of years ago, but he couldn't deny that the powers supposedly attributed to him were useful. Then again, Ash with her garbled praying had gotten them to activate, so he sincerely doubted the delivery was terribly important either.
But whatever helped red cast, he supposed.
There were others slinging spells and arrows and weapons at the serpent, too. He had noted, a few moments ago, a dragon carrying a man and a woman who looked remarkably like Fee. Good to know he wasn't the only crazy gambler out today.
He waited for another opening, a pause in the barrage of aerial assaults, before preparing his next descent. "Going down," he warned, the dice already warm in his hand where it gripped the bike. He dove in again, threw. The dice bounced off of the creature's forehead before activating, but flashes of light went up, and the giant head swiveled in their direction. "Shit!" He took off with a rev of the motor, barely missing the snapping jaws of the beast, trying to outrun whatever spell had been tossed at them.