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Right on the money.[break][break]

A collision landed amidst a barrage of other attacks, tried and true. As the Bitter Blades he unleashed upon the foes before him seared through their flesh and sludge, the man cast a brief glare towards the upper skies above as his own Golurk cascaded her fist upon the ground, prompting a massive ripple across the land in the face of the Cinderace she was sent towards. As if a display of lights upon a shimmering evening, the shards of the beast’s protection fell apart and began to fall with a vastly contrasting radiance and gentleness, alike, amidst the sounds and gore of war.[break][break]

Yet he wouldn’t be swayed by its softened embrace.[break][break]

Wartime required otherwise, after all— so beneath the cascade of glistening lights of barriers broken had he, a surge of otherwise darkened energy, continued to move to and from. The sight of his Golurk straying from her former size had caught his eye, prompting him to recall her in favor of joining with the selfsame Zapdos that claimed him as its own all those years ago. Without missing as much of a beat, he reached a hand upon its saddle as it sped by from the fray once more, clutching tightly before hauling himself within its seat amidst the momentum.[break][break]

With flaring Bitter Blades manifested from his gauntlets, he turned his avian steed around with intent to cut through the remaining armies, though found himself cut short with a brief glare among the masses. Blood. Violence. Neither of them had been objects of foreign ideal both within those years and prior, though upon seeing a familiar face culled within the conflict—[break][break]

”Kienan…!”[break][break]

—the sense of disdain that filled his senses had proved to be enough of a newcomer to contend with his nature.[break][break]

A man of similar age, alongside one that had been one of his first and closest companions after becoming adjusted to the life of the realm before them. His confidant; his right hand man; his co-developer—alongside SHEBA INOUE—of the very same establishment that had given him a main reason and purpose for once in his life.[break][break]

Eviscerated, and ever worse for wear as he careened his Zapdos over towards his own friend. Just as swiftly as he’d mounted, he dismounted within a similar, fluid manner, only skidding to a stop for a moment before lowering upon a knee to prop his fellow establisher up. He shook him, brows furrowed. He shook him, blades igniting within a blazing pyre at his behest.[break][break]

He shook him, even as he knew there to be no response as the blood and poison coated his skin.[break][break]

The battle overhead continued on as loss contaminated the fields that day, however— and the battle called to him after some time, even and especially as the still-warmed body of a breathless man leaned against him. His jaw clenched as he’d risen a gaze to meet the remnants of the armies, swiping Bitter Blade upon Bitter Blade towards those both unwitting and approaching as he looked towards Nemain once more.[break][break]

”Fuck’s sake— scrios iad...!” he yelled with a furor, the band upon his wrist igniting once more as a similar energy began to envelop the bird. ”Scrios a saol ar fad...!”[break][break]

A command screamed to the heavens, matched only by the shrill screech of the selfsame bird he’d commanded. Though the life had left the body before him, he began to lift himself and his sorrows along with it, carefully and hastily beginning to move it to safety. Within his wake, the Zapdos he’d instructed swelled within a heightened, goliath-like stature, hunching forward briefly before sending a Max Lightning hurtling towards the skirmishing duo above, its arcs jutting through the air towards Eternatus by chance.[break][break]

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TL;DR:[break]
—The Drip(tm) is officially abandoned[break]
—smoker is his timeskip look[break]
—goodbye, kienan. we only knew you for a single round. sparingly.[break]
—golurk is recalled[break]
—g!zapdos is sent out and dynamaxed[break]
—dynamaxed g!zapdos uses max lightning on eternatus[break]
—cain uses bitter blade on the remaining armies before moving to carry kienan's body to safety[break]
—crafted weapon: a pair of armored gauntlets (bitter blade)

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