[He puts distance between himself and the cells; as eager as he wishes to let Bahamut run rampant, it is a dark impulse that makes such a thought so desirable. He cannot afford to show his power, and not on a night like this, for certain. But if he semi-primes... that will be plenty for human-made metal bars, and with only minimal progression of the curse.
But as he expects aether to curl around him, for his wings to burst forth, his skin to scale, his eyes to sharpen as the third eye opens --
There is nothing. Bahamut thrashes, as if scraping on the inside of his skin will provide release, but there is nothing.
It has been since his flight to Ultima's lair that he felt true fear, true panic. But this -- having his Eikon denied him, a feat that should be as impossible as him forcing his lungs to not crave another breath -- brings a lightning-bright flash of that fear. While he could summon his lance on the level above, here... even that does nto come to him.]
Fuck.
[The curse is rough, and sharp, and unfamiliar on his tongue, but the situation calls for no less.] I cannot leave you here. [But attempting to pull on the bars with his too-human strength will be a humiliating idea.] I will find a guard who can open them.
[And force them to do it, if he must. Not only as a Summoned, but as the Warden of Light. Something about this sick magic that has taken his power from him... it only serves to seal his determination -- as another impact leaves the castle to shake.]
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But as he expects aether to curl around him, for his wings to burst forth, his skin to scale, his eyes to sharpen as the third eye opens --
There is nothing. Bahamut thrashes, as if scraping on the inside of his skin will provide release, but there is nothing.
It has been since his flight to Ultima's lair that he felt true fear, true panic. But this -- having his Eikon denied him, a feat that should be as impossible as him forcing his lungs to not crave another breath -- brings a lightning-bright flash of that fear. While he could summon his lance on the level above, here... even that does nto come to him.]
Fuck.
[The curse is rough, and sharp, and unfamiliar on his tongue, but the situation calls for no less.] I cannot leave you here. [But attempting to pull on the bars with his too-human strength will be a humiliating idea.] I will find a guard who can open them.
[And force them to do it, if he must. Not only as a Summoned, but as the Warden of Light. Something about this sick magic that has taken his power from him... it only serves to seal his determination -- as another impact leaves the castle to shake.]