RONIN
Remi would feel it, undoubtedly - the way Ronin's heart began to thunder in his chest, the way every part of him screamed to try and buck away from the control the Alchemist held over him, the mental fortitude he tried to pull together to throw against the opposing will.
And that all amplified as the lion appeared before them, adding the luxere's instincts to flee into the mix - and damn all that he was, but Ronin was heedless to resist it.
His forelegs might be useless, but that didn't mean he didn't try to spring away with his hind legs, stones skittering away over the hot earth as he tried to run - an embarrassingly pathetic feat when he had precious little control over his own body.
And that all amplified as the lion appeared before them, adding the luxere's instincts to flee into the mix - and damn all that he was, but Ronin was heedless to resist it.
His forelegs might be useless, but that didn't mean he didn't try to spring away with his hind legs, stones skittering away over the hot earth as he tried to run - an embarrassingly pathetic feat when he had precious little control over his own body.
