Bask in the Light of the Stars
Zen's brow furrowed as Zavien easily escaped his hold. Such a small error had rendered his efforts nearly useless. When the man straightened, the Demi-god nodded and moved to try again. Feeling slightly more confident, he moved a fraction faster this time. Grabbing the Dragoons' arm, Zen stepped behind the man. His other hand came up gripped Zavien's shoulder again.
Keeping his hold steady, the Demi-god raised the man's arm. He made sure to only pull up, and not out. As he did so, Zen noticed an error. His grip felt awkward, less secure than his previous attempt. Studying where his hand was on the Dragoon's arm, it was difficult to determine just what was wrong with his grip. He attempted to adjust it but it still seemed off.
Keeping his hold steady, the Demi-god raised the man's arm. He made sure to only pull up, and not out. As he did so, Zen noticed an error. His grip felt awkward, less secure than his previous attempt. Studying where his hand was on the Dragoon's arm, it was difficult to determine just what was wrong with his grip. He attempted to adjust it but it still seemed off.
Or be burned by their light
Zen
