Rhea'li can't help but stare after Emet-Selch in stunned bemusement. Really? You're going to take a dinky sword to a dragon fight?
"Give me to Emet-Selch. I will borrow his steed." Rhea'li doesn't quite roll his eyes but his slightly exasperated sigh voices it. "He ought to know better than to fight Bahamut like that."
What happened to the powerful transformation that had taken him in the depths of the recreated Amaurot? Surely Emet-Selch doesn't deem Bahamut a lesser threat than himself?
Meanwhile, demi-Bahamut furls its wings and releases a barrage of energy at the real-recreated Bahamut, hassling the huge dragon into turning its attention to the construct.
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"Give me to Emet-Selch. I will borrow his steed." Rhea'li doesn't quite roll his eyes but his slightly exasperated sigh voices it. "He ought to know better than to fight Bahamut like that."
What happened to the powerful transformation that had taken him in the depths of the recreated Amaurot? Surely Emet-Selch doesn't deem Bahamut a lesser threat than himself?
Meanwhile, demi-Bahamut furls its wings and releases a barrage of energy at the real-recreated Bahamut, hassling the huge dragon into turning its attention to the construct.