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This time a growl escaped Bahamut's lips. He was vaguely aware that this bird was linked to Cabot, but he didn't think that would mean he'd share the cranidos obnoxious unremitting optimism. At this point, Bahamut was starting to doubt this navy Cabot worked for was really anything worth writing...

"Hey! Where's the foul, ref?!" Esper shouted. "These jerks are attacking the press. I've got a badge and everything! I want a red card! Give 'em a red card!" The badge, of course, was the same one he was using to record the battle.

"I can't be sure. That'd be a foolish claim to make." Bahamut's eyes and core darkened. "But the 'thanks' I received came in the form of being blamed for the storm and fleeing the planet when the town's militia attacked me."

Esper held Bahamut’s badge up. It seemed he was recording the battle.

"Well, I was meditating before you showed up." Bahamut's tail lashed at the air. "And I was hardly close to anyone the last time. Miles away. Proactively trying to stop it." This shadowy bird was clearly young. He didn't understand. "I'm away from everyone to avoid causing any problems with this...

Esper gives Cabot a small poipole hug shield 2.

"It was a variation of Psycho Cut, but using light instead of psychic energy." Bahamut forepaws flickered again. "And I wasn't just standing in a storm. I was trying to stop one from causing an avalanche. But I'm not about to try and make something like that happen here."

"It's not about learning new moves. It's about trying to remember old ones." The black spikes protruding from Bahamut's forepaws flickered with specs of light. "I had dozens of techniques at my disposal in my real body and lost pretty much all of them while getting transferred to Cibus. I'm...

"Practice battle?" Bahamut shook his head. "That's an oxymoron. Battling isn't for practice. Battling is for survival." He looked up as another burst of icy wind smacked against his face. Hail plinked against his head. "If I can't withstand the elements in their purest form, how can I withstand...

"By enduring the pain brought on by this storm," Bahamut said through gritted teeth. "Strength is grown by testing yourself against nature's fiercest elements."

“Yes. But that’s the point.” Bahamut’s core was a dull gray. “I’m training. Trying to tap into the power I lost when I was given this temporary body. “Multiple team members have tried to convince me to fight. I got tired of it. Gave my badge to Esper and set him loose on the city.”

Bahamut opened his eyes and saw an outline through the frosty air. In turn, his eyes would shine like beacons from the middle of the storm. "I'm fine." Well, ice had gathered around his metal paws, but that was probably okay. He couldn't get frostbite or anything, right? "If you're here to ask...

Bahamut stood in the center of a swathe of pine trees stripped bare of their needles. Fierce, bone-chilling winds whirled around him, buffeting his sides with ice and sleet and threatening to snap his prismatic arms off their joints. Dead pine needles plinked off his metal hide and armored...

Pokémon see into each other’s hearts? What a load of rubbish. Had the battles they’d fought on Cibus helped them see into hearts? No. They’d fought to ward off corruption. “Even if the puppy can’t fight back, he should not be allowed to walk as a free ‘mon until he tells us everything he’s done...

Bahamut immediately turned away. "... if you want to smack each other silly, be my guest. I'll pass."

"Huh. Kinda reminds me of what you used to sound like," Esper mused, tiny arms crossed and lips pursed into a grin. Bahamut had no counterargument or witty response. It was the (bitter) truth. "It sounds like he's so drunk off his own aura sense there's nothing you can say to him that will sway...

“It’s not going to work.” Bahamut bit back the urge for a dismissive wave. “We could only be sent here by Diyem. Anyone you know will be from a world that’s similarly too far for the journey. Even if Buffet could summon them, they’d get stripped of their powers like the rest of us.”

“Yeah, sure.” Bahamut yawned.

"What if I offered you divine cake?" Bahamut said, completely straight-faced. "I found the recipe in the library's restricted section. Apparently the taste is so good it's killed some mortals."

I suppose I need to clarify that Bahamut's defensive build is less about drawing attention away from the bosses and more about making sure he can survive to actually heal people when they need to. In the first game, we had someone attempt to use a healer build. But their build had lackluster...