He had a brief moment to feel exasperated that the woman who disdained words with such ferocity would use so many of them as she went off on her raving – and unsurprised that she chose to do so when she knew he couldn’t defend himself. He’d had his reasons, not least of which being that a large body stressing an already damaged building might well have brought the supports down on them all sooner, especially if Ronin had used his starbolts to knock the dragon around as a wrecking ball when a human body would do far less damage. If she was too blind to see that there was no point in trying to enlighten her on it now, however. He had plenty of ‘why didn’t you’s of his own to throw, but he didn’t have the vocal chords for it.
Nor the time, either.
Safrin and Ronin were having a thing and as long as it was just talking Jigano was perfectly happy to stay where he was, but Remi had shown that he could still use his earth magic while paralyzed, and apparently the same went for Ronin and his starbolts.
Whoops. So much for Wessex’s assumption that dragons made everything better.
Pain quickly overwhelmed that thought as Jigano hissed, feeling powerful bones crack under the strain of trying to contain the light. When it faded the warm body he had been coiled around was gone, as was the goddess (all of them, thank… well. Thank goodness) and the Temple was in bad shape. So were the Ascended, it looked like, and despite Wessex’s rant earlier he suspected she had needed saving; without him taking the brunt of the hit he wasn’t sure she’d still be there, or Amun either for that matter.
Not that she’d see it that way, he was sure. But hypocrisy was the least of her sins when it came down to it, in his book.
And just for a moment he felt the temptation to end it there, that rivalry and ocean of bad feeling that swirled between them. A crack of his tail, a scratch of a talon, it would be so easy. She hadn’t hesitated to attack him in the Spire, after all, when he had been distracted and trying to help another. He had no doubt that, were their positions reversed, she wouldn’t hesitate this time either.
But he wasn’t Wessex, and he did thank every god for that. His temper snarled in his breast, familiar and red as the dragon’s instincts pulled towards violence, but his training with Remi hadn’t been in vain. He held the dark urge back, shoved it down, and shrank back to his human form as he did so. ”Get them out,” he snarled at the Wraith with a jerk of his chin towards the wounded Amun and Sam, knowing it hardly needed saying but taking a perverse, petty enjoyment in ordering her to do something she would have done anyways.
Seconds weren’t going to be enough, but for the old gods – yes, even Safrin, she was buying them that precious time, after all – he’d do what he could, reaching deep into the well of his earth magic and yanking the shimmering threads of mingled green and brown. Not a gentle chord but a discordant clash of silent music rose in his ears as his magic leapt to the task at hand. Pillars of compacted earth rose up at what looked like the weakest junctures to support what had been blown away in Ronin’s rage. Seconds might not be enough to grow trees, but from the earthen pillars he attempted to grow a netting of vines to hold the ceiling debris up, as much as time permitted him.
He was probably going to get crushed for his trouble, but Remi had survived a Spire falling on him. Maybe the bard would get lucky? But he knew he didn’t have the concentration to try and salvage the temple and run for it, so he threw a silent prayer to Ludo and did what he could to mitigate as much damage as he could.
Jigano turns back into a human and uses mastered earth magic to try and create emergency support pillars of compacted earth in the worst-affected area, as well as a network of vines to contain the falling ceiling.
Nor the time, either.
Safrin and Ronin were having a thing and as long as it was just talking Jigano was perfectly happy to stay where he was, but Remi had shown that he could still use his earth magic while paralyzed, and apparently the same went for Ronin and his starbolts.
Whoops. So much for Wessex’s assumption that dragons made everything better.
Pain quickly overwhelmed that thought as Jigano hissed, feeling powerful bones crack under the strain of trying to contain the light. When it faded the warm body he had been coiled around was gone, as was the goddess (all of them, thank… well. Thank goodness) and the Temple was in bad shape. So were the Ascended, it looked like, and despite Wessex’s rant earlier he suspected she had needed saving; without him taking the brunt of the hit he wasn’t sure she’d still be there, or Amun either for that matter.
Not that she’d see it that way, he was sure. But hypocrisy was the least of her sins when it came down to it, in his book.
And just for a moment he felt the temptation to end it there, that rivalry and ocean of bad feeling that swirled between them. A crack of his tail, a scratch of a talon, it would be so easy. She hadn’t hesitated to attack him in the Spire, after all, when he had been distracted and trying to help another. He had no doubt that, were their positions reversed, she wouldn’t hesitate this time either.
But he wasn’t Wessex, and he did thank every god for that. His temper snarled in his breast, familiar and red as the dragon’s instincts pulled towards violence, but his training with Remi hadn’t been in vain. He held the dark urge back, shoved it down, and shrank back to his human form as he did so. ”Get them out,” he snarled at the Wraith with a jerk of his chin towards the wounded Amun and Sam, knowing it hardly needed saying but taking a perverse, petty enjoyment in ordering her to do something she would have done anyways.
Seconds weren’t going to be enough, but for the old gods – yes, even Safrin, she was buying them that precious time, after all – he’d do what he could, reaching deep into the well of his earth magic and yanking the shimmering threads of mingled green and brown. Not a gentle chord but a discordant clash of silent music rose in his ears as his magic leapt to the task at hand. Pillars of compacted earth rose up at what looked like the weakest junctures to support what had been blown away in Ronin’s rage. Seconds might not be enough to grow trees, but from the earthen pillars he attempted to grow a netting of vines to hold the ceiling debris up, as much as time permitted him.
He was probably going to get crushed for his trouble, but Remi had survived a Spire falling on him. Maybe the bard would get lucky? But he knew he didn’t have the concentration to try and salvage the temple and run for it, so he threw a silent prayer to Ludo and did what he could to mitigate as much damage as he could.
Jigano turns back into a human and uses mastered earth magic to try and create emergency support pillars of compacted earth in the worst-affected area, as well as a network of vines to contain the falling ceiling.
