[Even as blue-white energy lances into the sky again, Broly doesn't have the sense to be afraid. He wasn't nigh-invulnerable anymore, but he simply hasn't caught up to that reality yet. The assumption remains that this creature simply can't hurt him.
It had wings. He had something like them he supposed, maybe they weren't just ugly useless giant hands, and a more determined effort is made to flex them, the arch of their span considerable for someone his size but still dwarfed by the dragon above. Maybe they were supposed to let him fly too.]
Maybe .. some of you are more like me ...
[A tiny thing he might be, but a bold tiny thing, fearless enough to actually reach a hand towards that armor-scaled hide, fully intending to actually touch the elder primal.
It's probably for the best that at this juncture, Broly can't be tempered. Or prayers would rise again to Bahamut soon enough. Except.. except that same awful green radiance from before has returned, gathering in his hands as bidden, still effortless but not as strong as he'd once been able to do.]
...than I thought possible.
[And if he can - a simple touch, light, barely tangible to something so big, and for a time, stop that hemorrhaging of strength the great creature experienced. He remembers what she'd said this thing needed for food. Maybe he understood a little too well pointless defiance and simply not having the power to do as he wished. Maybe it's simply pity. Maybe it's just the ill thought out idea that perhaps he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.]
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It had wings. He had something like them he supposed, maybe they weren't just ugly useless giant hands, and a more determined effort is made to flex them, the arch of their span considerable for someone his size but still dwarfed by the dragon above. Maybe they were supposed to let him fly too.]
Maybe .. some of you are more like me ...
[A tiny thing he might be, but a bold tiny thing, fearless enough to actually reach a hand towards that armor-scaled hide, fully intending to actually touch the elder primal.
It's probably for the best that at this juncture, Broly can't be tempered. Or prayers would rise again to Bahamut soon enough. Except.. except that same awful green radiance from before has returned, gathering in his hands as bidden, still effortless but not as strong as he'd once been able to do.]
...than I thought possible.
[And if he can - a simple touch, light, barely tangible to something so big, and for a time, stop that hemorrhaging of strength the great creature experienced. He remembers what she'd said this thing needed for food. Maybe he understood a little too well pointless defiance and simply not having the power to do as he wished. Maybe it's simply pity. Maybe it's just the ill thought out idea that perhaps he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.]