Ambyssin
Gotta go back. Back to the past.
So this was how his offer was being met. Sidestepped like a carcass in the middle of a trail. Bahamut should've figured. It wasn't like he was really liked... or that he was doing a good job of even trying to be liked. Why had Diyem brought him here, again? Probably because he sensed an aura as miserable as his and latched on.
"There are still ways of helping steel-types. But those methods... how should I put this?" Bahamut raised his left upper wing. Up came his useless lump and iron thorn. "They require a bit of percussive maintenance. Some pressure with a spiked object to the joints is what did the trick back home. Helped with rust and... similar erosions."
"There are still ways of helping steel-types. But those methods... how should I put this?" Bahamut raised his left upper wing. Up came his useless lump and iron thorn. "They require a bit of percussive maintenance. Some pressure with a spiked object to the joints is what did the trick back home. Helped with rust and... similar erosions."