I take everything seriously,
He gives both men a friendly wave as he approaches, Sol close at his heels with a flaming stick dangling in his teeth. Sweat is dripping from his every pore, plastering his hair to his forehead and soaking the thin tank top he wears. His muscles are more prominent than usual, the damp fabric of his shirt clinging to his abs and the sheen of moisture glistening in the glow of the lava - not that the Dragoon notices more than the extreme discomfort that coats his body.
Zavien ignores it as he claps Thorn on the shoulder with a bright smile, pleasantly surprised to see the man. "Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon!" Sol chirps in agreement, showing the courtesan his prized stick (although no touching, it's his). Turning to offer Hadama a similar greeting, he's cut off by the sudden appearance of the Voidforged Fyrhunds they'd come to hunt. Well, at least they wouldn't have to waste time looking.
His eyes quickly take in the situation, spotting the two that part the mog of ashen smoke in a sprinting race towards them. The starlit glow of his sword is suddenly before him, instinct placing him between Thorn and the fiery purple threats. "I'll take the smaller one!" he calls to Hadama, trusting the man to handle the larger of the two until they can take out one of the two.
An echoing howl sounds from behind them and Zavien grits his teeth to spare a glance at the smaller canine that comes for their backs. He doesn't have to say a word before the golden dragon is abandoning his precious stick in favor of the battle. His tiny roar joins the flapping of his wings as he rushes forward with fire and claws, hoping to do enough damage to keep the Void fyrhund from reaching them.
Zavien puts himself between Thorn and the incoming Voidforged Fyrhunds, letting Sol deal with the small one at their back. He uses his Starblade to attack the medium one.
Type: Light | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded
Starblade | A sword that glows with inner starlight and burns on contact.
Zavien ignores it as he claps Thorn on the shoulder with a bright smile, pleasantly surprised to see the man. "Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon!" Sol chirps in agreement, showing the courtesan his prized stick (although no touching, it's his). Turning to offer Hadama a similar greeting, he's cut off by the sudden appearance of the Voidforged Fyrhunds they'd come to hunt. Well, at least they wouldn't have to waste time looking.
His eyes quickly take in the situation, spotting the two that part the mog of ashen smoke in a sprinting race towards them. The starlit glow of his sword is suddenly before him, instinct placing him between Thorn and the fiery purple threats. "I'll take the smaller one!" he calls to Hadama, trusting the man to handle the larger of the two until they can take out one of the two.
An echoing howl sounds from behind them and Zavien grits his teeth to spare a glance at the smaller canine that comes for their backs. He doesn't have to say a word before the golden dragon is abandoning his precious stick in favor of the battle. His tiny roar joins the flapping of his wings as he rushes forward with fire and claws, hoping to do enough damage to keep the Void fyrhund from reaching them.
Zavien puts himself between Thorn and the incoming Voidforged Fyrhunds, letting Sol deal with the small one at their back. He uses his Starblade to attack the medium one.
Type: Light | Style: Offensive | Level: Upgraded
Starblade | A sword that glows with inner starlight and burns on contact.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
