aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
The pain was excruciating.
Ribbons of fire fell down his back like tributaries that parted and scalded everywhere they wandered. Rows of shark-teeth clenched together in imperfect agony as the gigantic beast bit down hard on a strangled sob. More to give, he had told himself as he turned back for the pair. More to give, but there was more yet needed. Like an animal caged and wild, all rational thought departed from Remi's mind. There was only pain and a stalwart and reckless determination to make it back to the guildhall.
To Ronin. Always to Ronin.
Hold on—he meant to say, but found himself only snarling as Sam imperfectly positioned himself and Rex upon his torn and bleeding back. Hopefully they'd forgive him the blood stains, the whimpers of torment.
Still there was a swiftness as the manticore rose, taking a few long strides before leaping unsteadily into the air. It was up to Sam to hold onto Rex now and though Remi flew as steadily as possible, the weight of their bodies and the flexing of his wings made flying a hellish exercise in self-control.
Ribbons of fire fell down his back like tributaries that parted and scalded everywhere they wandered. Rows of shark-teeth clenched together in imperfect agony as the gigantic beast bit down hard on a strangled sob. More to give, he had told himself as he turned back for the pair. More to give, but there was more yet needed. Like an animal caged and wild, all rational thought departed from Remi's mind. There was only pain and a stalwart and reckless determination to make it back to the guildhall.
To Ronin. Always to Ronin.
Hold on—he meant to say, but found himself only snarling as Sam imperfectly positioned himself and Rex upon his torn and bleeding back. Hopefully they'd forgive him the blood stains, the whimpers of torment.
Still there was a swiftness as the manticore rose, taking a few long strides before leaping unsteadily into the air. It was up to Sam to hold onto Rex now and though Remi flew as steadily as possible, the weight of their bodies and the flexing of his wings made flying a hellish exercise in self-control.
THE
ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
