Whatever his own relationship to Roana had been - distant and angry on his part, at least, since she had confronted and lead those who threatened Rory at the Spire - he acknowledged that Ronin and she had been friends. If the ring was a memento as much as a defense for him, it belonged on the hand of one who would appreciate it the most. And not least because it could be used to defend Aoife as well, that special, star-touched child.
Ludo's questions were reasonable, rational, logical... and Jigano shook his head, offering the memory of that battle within the Spire to the masked god. How Wessex reacted faster than he could, striking him with fists instead of fangs, thankfully. But then, when Wessex's summoned creature had defeated the serpent, how she had evaded his dragon's jaws. How the Voice had then bound him, holding him helpless and unable to move. How vulnerable he had been, in spite of his size, and how easily Wessex could have bitten him then, violated him and stolen those pieces of his essence that he wouldn't willingly share with an Ascended. "I'm not strong enough," he admitted, a humorless smile on his face as he looked up at the spirit guide. "All my power, all my abilities... and I couldn't catch or defend against Wessex. Especially not if their goddess takes a direct hand again." He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "A way to fend off or repel their fangs, though, if there was something that could be done faster than they can move at night... that would also work. Some sort of shield they could not simply knock aside, perhaps?"
Ludo's questions were reasonable, rational, logical... and Jigano shook his head, offering the memory of that battle within the Spire to the masked god. How Wessex reacted faster than he could, striking him with fists instead of fangs, thankfully. But then, when Wessex's summoned creature had defeated the serpent, how she had evaded his dragon's jaws. How the Voice had then bound him, holding him helpless and unable to move. How vulnerable he had been, in spite of his size, and how easily Wessex could have bitten him then, violated him and stolen those pieces of his essence that he wouldn't willingly share with an Ascended. "I'm not strong enough," he admitted, a humorless smile on his face as he looked up at the spirit guide. "All my power, all my abilities... and I couldn't catch or defend against Wessex. Especially not if their goddess takes a direct hand again." He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "A way to fend off or repel their fangs, though, if there was something that could be done faster than they can move at night... that would also work. Some sort of shield they could not simply knock aside, perhaps?"
