Rhea'li imagines a familiar created by Emet-Selch would be quite prideful, but also as steady and reliable as rock. With a nod, he leaves Azem's hand and clambers onto Grani, patting the side of the armoured horse(?) -- who gives him a witheringly baleful look -- as Azem takes off to attack Bahamut, eventually succeeding in ripping out an eye before plummetting to the earth.

Bahamut roars in rage, blasts of aether spewing forth erratically as the primal writhes, but the power behind the creature is noticeably less intense than before. It seems attacking the eyes, even for a construct such as this, has some effect.

Rhea'li looks down after Azem, laughing in incredulity. "Are they always like this?"

He's certainly done some outrageous things but even he isn't quite so reckless; knowing the fragility of his life does make him think (sometimes) before leaping. Still, he's not about to leave Azem open like that. With demi-Bahamut disintegrating from the unstable aether powering it dissipating, Rhea'li raises his hand and pulls more aether from the massive dragon.

With a snap of his fingers, a fully formed construct of Titan drops from the sky like a comet speeding towards the back of Bahamut, the roar from the dragon as it twists and turns to throw Titan off giving Emet-Selch an opening.