[attr="class","text"]He lets go of the leaf and the next moments unfold with a furious pace that he can’t keep up with. The bellow that groudon lets loose swallows all sound, it reverberates through the atmosphere and he swears he can feel the fury of it down to his marrow with how it makes his bones hum.[break][break]
The jut of several
PRECIPICE BLADES volley toward him in rapid succession. Lam winces, the realization that he cannot dodge fast enough to avoid injury, or worse, sinks in like cold dread despite the overwhelming heat of the mount. He shrinks away, limbs tensing and then bracing for the impact of stone slamming into him.[break][break]
The gut wrench of the air being driven from his lungs, his chest hollowed out.[break][break]
Or the spike of being pierced by a sharp edge.[break][break]
The dismay from knowing he’d have to explain some new injury to
Ikarus Rook, and the promise that he’d be careful broken.
Again.[break][break]
The regret of not being able to speak to him in that moment.[break][break]
The regret that he didn’t do more for
MATIAS SILPH now.[break][break]
And then regret dies right then and there, because the impact never comes.[break][break]
The sharp
woosh of something flying past him clues him into the fact that he’d squeezed his eyes shut. When they squint open, it is to the sight of a
SACRED SWORD cleaving the stone to leave him unscathed.[break][break]
He breathes out, and he’s certain his heart has dropped down to his stomach. He almost can’t believe what is right there, laid out for him. But when he turns, there they are.[break][break]
Virizion swathed in the flutter of viridian leaves.[break][break]
They don’t speak, but Lam understands the request all the same. He can feel it, like a whisper against his ear, or the gentle push of a spring wind.
Pursue what is just, what is right.[break][break]
He wants to protest, because who is
he? He isn’t the right person for this, he hardly feels capable of even being here now. Doubt flickers through him—not for the others, but for himself. What if he is the one who
fails? What if I’m not strong enough? he wants to ask, though maybe it’s there in his expression as he watches Virizion’s eyes for some sort of flaw in their resolve.[break][break]
There is no time for doubt.[break][break]
He didn’t come here to falter.[break][break]
So Lam extends his hand to the sword of justice and accepts the bid with a nod.
Whatever he can do to help, he’ll do it.[break][break]
He just hopes that he is enough.