Lio stubbornly refused to cooperate for hours until opposing his situation was burning too much energy to keep up. When he saw the state of Nightwake, something tugged at him, and he felt pulled to help. He can't help clean up the mess in Promepolis, so he'll do so here.
He works diligently and quietly, barely looking up, and half lost in thought when the sound of screeching metal alerts him. But it's too late, and he can tell. A large shadow covers him, golden light fills his vision as he turns towards the source, just in time to see the metal debris clash with a big suite of armor instead of himself.
Stunned for a moment, mostly by his lack of perception (so annoying), he can't help the huff that follows right after. It's instinctive for him, but it lacks the sharpness it usually would have. "Fine." Then, he adds: "You moved quick." It almost sounds like an accusation.
fix it crew
He works diligently and quietly, barely looking up, and half lost in thought when the sound of screeching metal alerts him. But it's too late, and he can tell. A large shadow covers him, golden light fills his vision as he turns towards the source, just in time to see the metal debris clash with a big suite of armor instead of himself.
Stunned for a moment, mostly by his lack of perception (so annoying), he can't help the huff that follows right after. It's instinctive for him, but it lacks the sharpness it usually would have. "Fine." Then, he adds: "You moved quick." It almost sounds like an accusation.