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Bahamut was sorely tempted to snap at the little familiar. Ask why he even should help after being telepathically harassed. This was all his siblings' faults. He shouldn't have been the one needing to take responsibility. It should've been them, though that did leave the risk of things getting...

The wonderful thing about having portals back at his disposal was that Bahamut didn't actually need to commit to meeting anyone. He could poke his head through a portal and, if whatever was on the other side was a waste of time, pull back and call it a day. So that was exactly what he did. It...

Over in the stands there was some smacking of gooey talons against the floor. Perhaps not loud enough for the actual fighters to here, but there was a harsh, raspy laugh accompanying it. "... this is their love. And it's so very interesting." But the show was over and it was time to continue...

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Bahamut’s shade manages to depart the safe because Bahamut was dragged to the colosseum where he proceeded to once again stall his opponent into giving up. The shade then runs off to... again, preach about Eternatus. It offers berries to anyone willing to listen.

“Fine.” He paused mid-turn and said, “Oh, and whatever you’re thinking of telling Bean and those Overseers or whatever, forget it. They can’t do a thing. Otherwise they would’ve intervened eons ago. In the end, they are not helpful, just like the majority of Cibus’ gods. Otherwise, they wouldn’t...

“... tch. I am used to battles lasting minutes at most.” Bahamut's tail flicked lazily back and forth. “If there is coordination it is news to me. Again, I am either ignored or scorned.”

“He’ll probably lie and tell you things are better than they really are.” Bahamut looked skyward. “The team’s success has ultimately come down to sheer dumb luck. Things could’ve just as easily gone the other way.”

Bahamut shrugged. “Take it up with the rest of them. I’ve gone along with their goody-two-shoes approach and all it’s gotten me is scorn, ridicule, and Owen.”

“That would imply people listen to me. Which they do not.” He was irritated. He’d already said this.

“Don’t mince words. I’ve seen all my teammates get corrupted with shadows and radiance.” Bahamut smacked the ground with his tail. “Someone has to keep a level head and play the part of the devil.”

Bahamut glanced at the tree in question. "That's a waist of my time and my energy. Just because my teammates throw around their blacklight powers like caffeine addicts put away cups of coffee doesn't mean I'm keen on using said energy unless it's absolutely necessary."

Red overtook Bahamut's eyes. "Are you volunteering?"

Bahamut shrugged. "I'm not doing the fighting. I heal and cast shields. The others were deceived into this crusade, so they shouldn't be killed for our so-called leader's poor judgement."

Learn to stop treating this all like some game before you do.

"Orders? Pah, he doesn't give orders." Bahamut shook his head. "Besides, if he did, I don't think anyone would listen to him. They're stubborn like that."

"Well, I can't speak to most fights, since he wasn't present for them. The slacker," Bahamut scoffed. "As for this eternatus, it's his mate. And all the weird shades running around this place are apparently his kids. It seems even he is prone to having love cloud his judgement."

Bahamut lashed his tail like a whip. "To stop me from killing the people we've fought. Because I would have. Far simpler than trying to free them of corruption and risk future issues with them. Look at the Worldcore crisis that just passed. The one called Sword had been captured and placed into...

"Power to completely and utterly destroy any opponent. Eternatus or otherwise," Bahamut growled. "I believe our team's deceitful leader knew this and manipulated this backup body so that its aura would be tuned to defenses and healing."

Bahamut's expression darkened and black wisps crackled around his body. His response was but a single word: "Power."