Nero grits his teeth and struggles to his feet. He's visibly bleeding, and his exposed forearms are burned red raw. Much to his irritation, his demonic healing factor doesn't seem to be working here, even if his devil form at least protected him a little.
"If you won't let me carry you, are you just gonna stay here?" he asks, dodging the question about his own state. He figures she's just going to argue, so he decides to call on someone equally obstinate.
"Geryon, help us out."
His familiar appears in a burst of blue fire. For a second it stares at Nero, nostrils flaring at the scent of blood, and the demon paws at the ground. Nero begins to reach for his sword, for a moment wondering if the horse will attack...
...right up until the familiar manifests stirrups, reins and a bridle all made from the same blue fire on its body. It seems someone is finally feeling cooperative.
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"If you won't let me carry you, are you just gonna stay here?" he asks, dodging the question about his own state. He figures she's just going to argue, so he decides to call on someone equally obstinate.
"Geryon, help us out."
His familiar appears in a burst of blue fire. For a second it stares at Nero, nostrils flaring at the scent of blood, and the demon paws at the ground. Nero begins to reach for his sword, for a moment wondering if the horse will attack...
...right up until the familiar manifests stirrups, reins and a bridle all made from the same blue fire on its body. It seems someone is finally feeling cooperative.