So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
Well, that was one way to do it.
Koa flinches as the observatory glass shatters, grateful for the chakram's ability to return, unbidden, to his hand. For better or worse his plan seems to be working: bereft of the observatory's shiny glow, the moth seems wholly fixated on the fire. Fire he wishes Edmund had thought to light further away from them. Through the merit of thorough training Koa's able to dodge and roll away from the rain of silver scales, though not without shooting a glare toward the Ancient, briefly wondering if this isn't an attempt to get him killed, thus styming the investigation he's conducting into Edmund's other murders, hmmmmm?
But there isn't time for all of that. Taking cover behind anything he possibly can, Koa shouts silently down the bond for Pip to clear out, while aloud his voice is directed at Anju. "We could use backup!" he calls up to his Captain, hoping that she will again understand his intent. They've had great teamwork so far, been on the same page, and in this... well, it just makes sense.
Having only seen one person channel before, the Dragoon opts to adhere to Flora's School of Summoning (though perhaps slightly more refined). "Ronin!" he calls to the air, the night, the thrum of magic that permeates the world and hopefully stretches out to wherever the poor Supernova now sleeps. "The Dragoons call for aid, Commander of the Storm!"
Or maybe he's just yelling into the darkness like a madman. At least he looks cool doing it. That's what matters most, right?
Koa sends Pip to run for cover, and tires to cover himself. He will combine his channeling with Anju's to attempt to summon Ronin
Koa flinches as the observatory glass shatters, grateful for the chakram's ability to return, unbidden, to his hand. For better or worse his plan seems to be working: bereft of the observatory's shiny glow, the moth seems wholly fixated on the fire. Fire he wishes Edmund had thought to light further away from them. Through the merit of thorough training Koa's able to dodge and roll away from the rain of silver scales, though not without shooting a glare toward the Ancient, briefly wondering if this isn't an attempt to get him killed, thus styming the investigation he's conducting into Edmund's other murders, hmmmmm?
But there isn't time for all of that. Taking cover behind anything he possibly can, Koa shouts silently down the bond for Pip to clear out, while aloud his voice is directed at Anju. "We could use backup!" he calls up to his Captain, hoping that she will again understand his intent. They've had great teamwork so far, been on the same page, and in this... well, it just makes sense.
Having only seen one person channel before, the Dragoon opts to adhere to Flora's School of Summoning (though perhaps slightly more refined). "Ronin!" he calls to the air, the night, the thrum of magic that permeates the world and hopefully stretches out to wherever the poor Supernova now sleeps. "The Dragoons call for aid, Commander of the Storm!"
Or maybe he's just yelling into the darkness like a madman. At least he looks cool doing it. That's what matters most, right?
Koa sends Pip to run for cover, and tires to cover himself. He will combine his channeling with Anju's to attempt to summon Ronin
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
