[It is enough to keep up on his side of the beast, flicking his wings in an effort to duck away from a swiping paw, the exposed claws. And so he does, keeping himself just a hair's breadth from being slashed, until that noise cuts across the Badlands.
He jerks in his flight, covering his ears against it, feeling it is very much in his interest to maintain distance now. Down on the sands, he can see Kyle appear... then stop.
But something is happening. It must. So Dion trusts him, and waits.
He cannot clearly understand what happens. The beast is alive, mostly whole. Then it is not. Heads severed from the body, and the body beginning to collapse with no mind to control it. Blood splashes onto the sands, staining it as the earth greedily soaks it up.
Dion lands upon its head, balanced upon his lance, pinning the jaws together as the air stinks with its bile. He steps off the creature, pulling his lance from its wretched flesh. It dissipates in his hands, and as he takes several more steps, so too does the aether wrapped around him: the lines of glowing power in his skin disappear, and his eyes cease their glow. Bahamut's wings vanish.
He only just catches himself on his knees as he falls, the sudden sapping of his life leaving Dion momentarily weak. He knows, without looking, that the curse of his arm spreads. Between breaths, he looks to examine his companion.] You are unharmed?
[To say nothing of what power he wields. When Dion is so accustomed to the magicks of Valisthea, elemental and bright, to watch this was... it was something special, to see Kyle in his own element.]
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He jerks in his flight, covering his ears against it, feeling it is very much in his interest to maintain distance now. Down on the sands, he can see Kyle appear... then stop.
But something is happening. It must. So Dion trusts him, and waits.
He cannot clearly understand what happens. The beast is alive, mostly whole. Then it is not. Heads severed from the body, and the body beginning to collapse with no mind to control it. Blood splashes onto the sands, staining it as the earth greedily soaks it up.
Dion lands upon its head, balanced upon his lance, pinning the jaws together as the air stinks with its bile. He steps off the creature, pulling his lance from its wretched flesh. It dissipates in his hands, and as he takes several more steps, so too does the aether wrapped around him: the lines of glowing power in his skin disappear, and his eyes cease their glow. Bahamut's wings vanish.
He only just catches himself on his knees as he falls, the sudden sapping of his life leaving Dion momentarily weak. He knows, without looking, that the curse of his arm spreads. Between breaths, he looks to examine his companion.] You are unharmed?
[To say nothing of what power he wields. When Dion is so accustomed to the magicks of Valisthea, elemental and bright, to watch this was... it was something special, to see Kyle in his own element.]