Ronin raged, and Jigano knew a shadow of that anger. He had not lost a child, but he had lost his parents when he had been unable to protect them, in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But he had not lost a daughter and a lover in the same day.
Even so, he couldn't let Ronin destroy himself and the Temple they all sheltered in at LongNight. He could empathize, but he couldn't stand back and do nothing while it happened. He had hoped only to distract Ronin into a less destructive outlet for his violence, but that wasn't going to happen, it would seem. And then the Ascended were moving, going on the attack, and Wessex reappeared with her damn disorienting power-
And then the world went white, and Jigano could do little but be buffeted by starlit power and falling debris until suddenly-
"Enough." And oh, he knew that voice, little though he cared for it. Amalia's Lady, she who had put his heart to the fire and found him wanting. Even though her temper wasn't directed at him he still quailed from it.
But Ronin was hurt, badly hurt, and too angry to back down now, Jigano worried. The ceiling remained above them, caught in a goddess's power, and he trusted in her own possessiveness over her place of worship far more than any concern for him.
He didn't trust the Ascended, though. Sam's cowardice might serve to keep him safe, but he didn't know what Amun or Wessex would do, and Wessex had shattered what little trust she'd built with him during their little adventure in the Spire. Again the bard shifted to silver scales and a sinuous length, keeping crouched and low to the ground as he curled protectively in a ring around Ronin and breathed out a wash of the paralyzing gas he had discovered when training with Remi to drop the Fallen Star and keep him down for a bit. Opal eyes swung between Wessex and Amun, a low growl of warning in his throat for them to stay back from the wounded Demigod. He could do little to protect the Star from Safrin, but he did what he could to make himself a physical barrier between Ronin and the Temple, and the Ascended and Ronin.
Jigano shifts into dragonform and attempts to curl protectively around Ronin while breathing a colorless, odorless paralyzing gas to try and get Ronin to stop blasting things for a moment. He is using his body as a physical shield to both protect Ronin from the Ascended, and to protect the Temple from Ronin in case the demigod is able to keep blasting while down.
But he had not lost a daughter and a lover in the same day.
Even so, he couldn't let Ronin destroy himself and the Temple they all sheltered in at LongNight. He could empathize, but he couldn't stand back and do nothing while it happened. He had hoped only to distract Ronin into a less destructive outlet for his violence, but that wasn't going to happen, it would seem. And then the Ascended were moving, going on the attack, and Wessex reappeared with her damn disorienting power-
And then the world went white, and Jigano could do little but be buffeted by starlit power and falling debris until suddenly-
"Enough." And oh, he knew that voice, little though he cared for it. Amalia's Lady, she who had put his heart to the fire and found him wanting. Even though her temper wasn't directed at him he still quailed from it.
But Ronin was hurt, badly hurt, and too angry to back down now, Jigano worried. The ceiling remained above them, caught in a goddess's power, and he trusted in her own possessiveness over her place of worship far more than any concern for him.
He didn't trust the Ascended, though. Sam's cowardice might serve to keep him safe, but he didn't know what Amun or Wessex would do, and Wessex had shattered what little trust she'd built with him during their little adventure in the Spire. Again the bard shifted to silver scales and a sinuous length, keeping crouched and low to the ground as he curled protectively in a ring around Ronin and breathed out a wash of the paralyzing gas he had discovered when training with Remi to drop the Fallen Star and keep him down for a bit. Opal eyes swung between Wessex and Amun, a low growl of warning in his throat for them to stay back from the wounded Demigod. He could do little to protect the Star from Safrin, but he did what he could to make himself a physical barrier between Ronin and the Temple, and the Ascended and Ronin.
Jigano shifts into dragonform and attempts to curl protectively around Ronin while breathing a colorless, odorless paralyzing gas to try and get Ronin to stop blasting things for a moment. He is using his body as a physical shield to both protect Ronin from the Ascended, and to protect the Temple from Ronin in case the demigod is able to keep blasting while down.
