[Try as he might, Dion does attract attention. He's dressed in gleaming chainmail, and he strikes a very gallant figure as the gladiator he apparently is supposed to be although he has yet to actually participate in a fight - apparently, he's being hyped as debuting soon. So when he walks in the streets he is often assailed by 'fans' and while he tries to be polite to most of them, he also tries to avoid them if he can.
Early morning on the harbor is usually quiet... except when it is not. After the cries for help and seeing people start to ready a row boat, he walks to the end of the pier.]
I shall scout ahead and meet you there.
[His powers seem to have recovered somewhat so that he can call on Bahamut, at least enough for semi priming. A bright white light envelops him and Big, wyvern-like wings erupt from his back, dark grey scales crawling up his neck, claws elongating at the end of his fingers. Horn-like appendages emerge from his blond hair, and a third eye, just as golden as his human eyes are, opens in the middle of his forehead.]
Have a care on the sea. We know not what awaits.
[A flap of the wings and he is airborne, flying towards the ship at high speed and hovering above it to try and gauge what is going on.]
II. THE RATTLING
[And so that was supposed to be his big debut as a gladiator. Dion and his lance make short work of other gladiators, and even of beasts. Dragoon jumps are a sight to see.
But as the tremors intensify and the the earth starts to shatter, he barely has the time to use one of those powerful jumps to perch himself on top of a column that has not yet been toppled.]
... Bahamut, if you would still answer to me, now would be the time.
[And he jumps from the column, suddenly enveloped in a flash of light... and from that flash emerges an enormous dragon that lets out a roar.
And then it swoops down to slash at some of the beasts, but suddenly recoils when it touches the black, tar-like substance.]
Dion Lesage | FF16 | Newcomer
[Try as he might, Dion does attract attention. He's dressed in gleaming chainmail, and he strikes a very gallant figure as the gladiator he apparently is supposed to be although he has yet to actually participate in a fight - apparently, he's being hyped as debuting soon. So when he walks in the streets he is often assailed by 'fans' and while he tries to be polite to most of them, he also tries to avoid them if he can.
Early morning on the harbor is usually quiet... except when it is not. After the cries for help and seeing people start to ready a row boat, he walks to the end of the pier.]
I shall scout ahead and meet you there.
[His powers seem to have recovered somewhat so that he can call on Bahamut, at least enough for semi priming. A bright white light envelops him and Big, wyvern-like wings erupt from his back, dark grey scales crawling up his neck, claws elongating at the end of his fingers. Horn-like appendages emerge from his blond hair, and a third eye, just as golden as his human eyes are, opens in the middle of his forehead.]
Have a care on the sea. We know not what awaits.
[A flap of the wings and he is airborne, flying towards the ship at high speed and hovering above it to try and gauge what is going on.]
II. THE RATTLING
[And so that was supposed to be his big debut as a gladiator. Dion and his lance make short work of other gladiators, and even of beasts. Dragoon jumps are a sight to see.
But as the tremors intensify and the the earth starts to shatter, he barely has the time to use one of those powerful jumps to perch himself on top of a column that has not yet been toppled.]
... Bahamut, if you would still answer to me, now would be the time.
[And he jumps from the column, suddenly enveloped in a flash of light... and from that flash emerges an enormous dragon that lets out a roar.
And then it swoops down to slash at some of the beasts, but suddenly recoils when it touches the black, tar-like substance.]