Wrathion doesn't yet know that Aions are able to return. He's not particularly soft-hearted, but he wouldn't say he was entirely unaffected by a certain priest's altruism, either.
The only thing that (barely) saves Wrathion from the shockwave is his upper body strength, and that ridiculous fishing implement he's chosen as an improvised weapon. He flips it up to catch a higher piece of masonry and hauls himself upward yet again--but even that doesn't allow him a free getaway when that masonry also breaks. (Shoddy workmanship in Achamoth? He is shocked. Shocked.) Still, the dragon's luck holds and he manages to scrabble to another ledge, with both gaff and a piece of plaster in hand.
He pauses there, panting slightly--adrenaline, mostly, and perhaps a tinge of fear--before he grins down at Zenos.
"Very good! I hope you're enjoying yourself, because I certainly am!" For the moment, Wrathion slings the gaff over his back again, and juggles the plaster chunk between both hands. This is probably the most fun he's had in a while...
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The only thing that (barely) saves Wrathion from the shockwave is his upper body strength, and that ridiculous fishing implement he's chosen as an improvised weapon. He flips it up to catch a higher piece of masonry and hauls himself upward yet again--but even that doesn't allow him a free getaway when that masonry also breaks. (Shoddy workmanship in Achamoth? He is shocked. Shocked.) Still, the dragon's luck holds and he manages to scrabble to another ledge, with both gaff and a piece of plaster in hand.
He pauses there, panting slightly--adrenaline, mostly, and perhaps a tinge of fear--before he grins down at Zenos.
"Very good! I hope you're enjoying yourself, because I certainly am!" For the moment, Wrathion slings the gaff over his back again, and juggles the plaster chunk between both hands. This is probably the most fun he's had in a while...