Ahh. He hadn't known that they had wanted to beg the dragon for assistance, but he held back his bitter, humorless snort of disbelief. "And when have the gods ever not used every piece of what they've sent us to get for them?" he asked softly, thinking of his own tasks for Ludo. Safrin was a far crueler god in his own experience, though he knew Remi would say differently.
And then Sunjata's words drew Jigano's full attention, his stare incredulous as he looked upon the other man in wonder at the bald-faced lies. He set the lily gently down, and as he did his form rippled and shifted, becoming larger, scaled, winged and a thirty foot silver dragon looked down upon the bartender and breathed the odorless, colorless gas that sat in a chamber within his lungs, one that would paralyze those living creatures that breathed it in and make them easy prey for his powerful jaws.
You knew damn well, he hissed through the Attuned bond. Don't play the innocent with me, Sunjata, when I gathered stones with you at the Whispershore in this form and you knew just how big a dragon might be then. You didn't think to ask someone who perhaps had some personal experience with what a dragon was capable of? Who might have been able to make a difference, had he been there? Jigano's grief and pain spiked through the bond, bitter and laced with frustration.
I would take you up on that, if not for Maea's sake. He growled, the sound a low rumble in his deep chest that echoed the distant thunder. Her memory protects you. Remember that, in the arms of your new Ascended lovers. She'd be so upset, he knew, if he injured Sunjata. His last gift to her would be leaving her beloved unharmed. Deimos's retribution would have to suffice for him as well, and he was pettily glad to hear that the General had not let the Flood escape unscathed from his mistakes as he settled back on his haunches to let the other man recover from whatever gas he might have inhaled.
And then Sunjata's words drew Jigano's full attention, his stare incredulous as he looked upon the other man in wonder at the bald-faced lies. He set the lily gently down, and as he did his form rippled and shifted, becoming larger, scaled, winged and a thirty foot silver dragon looked down upon the bartender and breathed the odorless, colorless gas that sat in a chamber within his lungs, one that would paralyze those living creatures that breathed it in and make them easy prey for his powerful jaws.
You knew damn well, he hissed through the Attuned bond. Don't play the innocent with me, Sunjata, when I gathered stones with you at the Whispershore in this form and you knew just how big a dragon might be then. You didn't think to ask someone who perhaps had some personal experience with what a dragon was capable of? Who might have been able to make a difference, had he been there? Jigano's grief and pain spiked through the bond, bitter and laced with frustration.
I would take you up on that, if not for Maea's sake. He growled, the sound a low rumble in his deep chest that echoed the distant thunder. Her memory protects you. Remember that, in the arms of your new Ascended lovers. She'd be so upset, he knew, if he injured Sunjata. His last gift to her would be leaving her beloved unharmed. Deimos's retribution would have to suffice for him as well, and he was pettily glad to hear that the General had not let the Flood escape unscathed from his mistakes as he settled back on his haunches to let the other man recover from whatever gas he might have inhaled.
