If Remi still had the ability to duplicate himself, he might really have been able to win the game, but alas, he'd gone with quick but not terribly clever thinking. A smear of flaming red against the angry clouds, the Bastion found himself needing to flap his wings far more often than he was used to in order to keep his little body aloft. Indeed, it was pure luck that had the lightning missing him, though in typical this sign can't hurt me because I can't read immortal fashion, Remi merely gaped for a moment at the brief column of white before letting his eyes readjust.
What's that? Giving up already? Remi laughs into his husband's mind as he continues to flit against the clouds.
What's that? Giving up already? Remi laughs into his husband's mind as he continues to flit against the clouds.
the bastion
