If they weren't friends they were something very much like it, in spite of their rocky start. Jigano had come to value Remi's optimism as a resource that was far too rare in the grey and dangerous grounds. More, the alchemist had earned his respect and trust over the seasons, and it was all the more profound for having been earned the long way. He, too, was happy that they had been able to mend fences and come together to help each other out.
It gave him hope that matters between he and Sam might eventually heal again.
He was no delicate flower on the outside anymore, and the first dirtballs had been more warning than threat. The fact that they'd still hit him was reason enough to take them seriously, though, and Remi wouldn't let him off easy. The dragon's eyes widened at the boulders that arose, and the ease with which Remi balanced them. Oh, he did not want to get hit with those! He snorted, lowering his head, as the stones began to move around, head snaking to the left and right as he curled himself into a crouch. He didn't wait this time, leaping before he thought he'd need to - not straight up, but to the right in an attempt to tackle that boulder and grip it in his talons to shield against its incoming mate.
It gave him hope that matters between he and Sam might eventually heal again.
He was no delicate flower on the outside anymore, and the first dirtballs had been more warning than threat. The fact that they'd still hit him was reason enough to take them seriously, though, and Remi wouldn't let him off easy. The dragon's eyes widened at the boulders that arose, and the ease with which Remi balanced them. Oh, he did not want to get hit with those! He snorted, lowering his head, as the stones began to move around, head snaking to the left and right as he curled himself into a crouch. He didn't wait this time, leaping before he thought he'd need to - not straight up, but to the right in an attempt to tackle that boulder and grip it in his talons to shield against its incoming mate.
