【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #ec6901 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #301934 】
Artellis immediately went into flight mode as three mummified individuals made their approach, his elation at fixing his weapon lost as he and his dragoness compatriot were surrounded. With paranoid and defensive posture, he flicked his weapon between each of the strange assailants adjusting his target as they made movements he considered threatening; eventually settling on their red-robed leader who spoke.
“Have you considered joining Veindall?”
“Veindall?” Artellis repeated, hesitating a moment as he lowered his aim slightly, before immediately correcting his posture back to aim at his target. The comment that he was well suited for whatever this group was concerned the marksman, especially with the way they were ‘dressed’.
“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?” Stalling for time as he addressed the red figure, Artellis figured every moment he kept these people from attacking him or his allies was a bonus. They just had to keep the crown for the time limit. That was it.
Despite Artellis entertaining their adversaries' questions, Sibylle was having none of it; aggressive sweeps and snarls kept the bandaged bad-guys from approaching too much closer before having to step back. It was comforting having her close by. Well, mostly. He still hadn’t quite forgotten the fact that she could incinerate or obliterate him the moment she chose. But she seemed to like him enough that he definitely just had to stay on her good side.
In the moments while he awaited a response from the… He’d call them cultists for now - Anyway, in those moments before they responded, another individual had set their attention on them. Her voice carried far, and Art turned to look at the figure before commenting in surprise. She rambled a bit, and the gunner’s gaze lingered on her appearance for only a few moments before turning to Sibylle. “Uh… Friend of yours?” He asked. The similarity in species being the only real reason for the joke. He didn’t have time to find out if Sibylle found it funny before the telltale thuds of an approaching angry dragon cracking the ground sounded out.
“Oh snap-Sibylle flyflyfly!” Jumping into Sibylle and hugging around her waist, Artellis held on for dear life as his ally took off into her own leaping flight, escaping the impact crater as the Veindall mummies were scattered by the aqua-dragon’s landing. “Why does everyone want to devour me?!” Artellis whined as they made some distance. I guess that was the downside of the fame of leadership. Especially with Theri's blasted taunting of everyone to come challenge him! Still, despite the terrifying focus of their enemies, this was good in some ways. If he could keep them chasing him rather than attacking Moon for the crown, this game was as good as won.
“Hah! Sorry lady! Sibylle’s way faster and stronger than you. Cuter too~” Artellis teased, laughing. He intended to taunt their enemy and coax her after them, oblivious to how Sibylle felt about all this.