As usual, their moogles stood back whenever they encountered monsters. Gaara moved his staff to the front of his chest, and then watched his companion closely. One of the monsters drew close to him, and his body tensed in anticipation of an attack. He wasn’t able to defend very effectively with the staff, but Luke intervened and killed the monster before it could strike. Slanting him a slight nod, Gaara quickly cast a curing spell to heal his wounds.
In preparation for the remaining monsters, he closed his eyes for a brief moment and muttered softly, “Protect…”
The confusion affliction would be dangerous, if Luke was left to fend on his own. Gaara stayed out of range intentionally, to provide support as best he could. The bloodlust in him didn’t run as rampantly, with Shukaku no longer being a strong influence in his mind. Regardless, he still felt the desire to fight; it was in his nature, despite his current class. He would simply need to invent some method of offensive capabilities, with the tools he had been given.
When the battle ended, he restored the physical status of both himself and Luke. There was a chocobo, wandering near their location… Gaara set his staff down and approached slowly, carrying the bag of bait along. He stilled when the large bird turned its head toward him, and waited until it looked away before proceeding again. Using the bait, he coaxed the chocobo to let its guard down, then he lifted a hand to tentatively pat it on the head. The yellow feathers were long and soft, bristling through his fingers with each gentle sweep.
“Do you have experience with riding an animal?” Gaara sent back in inquiry, while continuing to stroke the bird. He wouldn’t know the first thing about it himself, never having ridden anything aside from his sand.
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In preparation for the remaining monsters, he closed his eyes for a brief moment and muttered softly, “Protect…”
The confusion affliction would be dangerous, if Luke was left to fend on his own. Gaara stayed out of range intentionally, to provide support as best he could. The bloodlust in him didn’t run as rampantly, with Shukaku no longer being a strong influence in his mind. Regardless, he still felt the desire to fight; it was in his nature, despite his current class. He would simply need to invent some method of offensive capabilities, with the tools he had been given.
When the battle ended, he restored the physical status of both himself and Luke. There was a chocobo, wandering near their location… Gaara set his staff down and approached slowly, carrying the bag of bait along. He stilled when the large bird turned its head toward him, and waited until it looked away before proceeding again. Using the bait, he coaxed the chocobo to let its guard down, then he lifted a hand to tentatively pat it on the head. The yellow feathers were long and soft, bristling through his fingers with each gentle sweep.
“Do you have experience with riding an animal?” Gaara sent back in inquiry, while continuing to stroke the bird. He wouldn’t know the first thing about it himself, never having ridden anything aside from his sand.