Ryu -4- [Backdated to the 10th]

[unfadingdragon]

Who: Ryu, Gilgamesh, and Ysera
Where: Espoir
Style: First
Status: Closed
Notes: Takes place after this.

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[rupturedbabylon]

[The king of heroes has been bored and irate for the last day. With reasons; the Trickster being in a sleep coma was something that he both sensed and witnessed, though the bigger beef?

Saber thought it smart to plan a trip to the desert with Mordred.

...No. She thought that she could do it without him noticing.

He did, but still let her go. She could take care of herself. It did not particularly anger him more than simply annoyed him - the woman was an idiot, but he was aware of that a long time ago. Still, he knew himself to be displeased; ...bah. It'll pass, surely, soon enough. Hah, she may even be forced to come back soon enough because of her son; the beasts within the desert were stupid, but powerful. Mordred was no Heroic Spirit; the human boy will not last long. ...Neither would she, actually, with the lack of a Master, more specifically. She did not possess Independent Action - that skill belonged to the Archer class alone. ...Ha. Certainly, there was nothing THAT major to be annoyed about; the troubles that she shall

[unfadingdragon]

[He roared, twisting out of the way so it impacted on his side rather than his head, though it still angered him. He flew towards the shape that had angered him - objects and people were now nothing more than just targets, shapes to unleash his rage upon.]

[How dare he try to interfere with the matters of the gods?! How dare he attack an Endless?! Such insolence needed to be punished.]

[The wind seemed to gather, as he fired off an Ahryu P'ung - a sharp gale directed at Gilgamesh.]

[rupturedbabylon]

[Yeah well.

The Bull of Heaven was a bitch and a half too. A half, because Inanna was the whole bitch, but that's unrelated details.

Tch. Figures that the single blade didn't do much - he did not use his own hands, after all. Narrowing his eyes, the blond didn't even bother to withdraw his hands from his pockets as some sort of translucent barrier suddenly sprang forth a good dozen feet directly in front him in the shape of a demisphere. White light caught on the shield as the Dragon's gale blast crashed into Aegis, the shield that protected all that Zeus was once known to possess. He gauged the blast's power from the corner of his eyes, half-heartily evaluating the field damage before half a dozen blades then emerged from space, now firing at the beast without any precise aim.

Come down here, mindless beast. The king will not be bothered to chase after you.]

[unfadingdragon]

[He roared, and swooped, dodging blades when he could, though a few sliced into his wings and tail, causing him to screech in pain and annoyance. He picked up speed, racing towards Gilgamesh, the tips of his wings glowing as he reared back for a strong strike.]