[Signing up with the Beast Hunting Guild was a natural choice for Zhao Yun, if he had no lord to serve and nothing better to do with his martial prowess. And the task of protecting airships from wyverns sounded...great? Sure, why not. He is a protector at heart, so fending off hungry creatures at spear-length seemed like a good job.
But then he sees what a wyvern really is. Translations did not prepare him for the sight of living dragons of a sort, and as he stands on the foredeck of a ship, his arms drop to lower his Dragon Spear.]
I...I cannot! Dragons are sacred, even if they...ah. Want to destroy our ships.
[fog begins to pool around his feet, spreading across the deck. It may serve to obscure the ship from the wyvern, orrrr it could turn to the wyvern's advantage. Either way, it stems from Zilong's distress, and he can't figure out how to turn it off. He bears dragons on his armor, his clothing, even his headband, how can he turn against one?]
F-1/2
[As useful as he is in a fight, Zhao Yun is a bit in over his head, here. He's no stranger to firearms thanks to his sojourn in Orochi's dimension, but his spear is no good for countering them. One projectile grazes his arm, tearing through his sleeve, and within seconds a creeping dread begins to overtake him.]
It's not...it's not possible. We'll never manage. Don't you see it? So many people are going to die, just let them go...
[he throws himself on the nearest comrade, trying to pull their weapon away and convince them to turn the ship around and get the hell out of there, even if he's no coward and would rather die than run.
And then one of the sleep grenades lands too close to him. BOOM. At least he's not panicking in unnatural fear any longer, but instead, Zhao Yun wavers and then faints away in a dead sleep. His spear clatters next to him as he passes right out to serve as a speed bump to anyone trying to make their way across the deck.]
C
[It's just a simple philosophical wondering, one he doesn't realize he's sent out to so many]
But are my thoughts mine if others can hear them? Where do my thoughts end and theirs begin? Are we all one or am I still myself?
Zhao Yun | Dynasty Warriors | open
[Signing up with the Beast Hunting Guild was a natural choice for Zhao Yun, if he had no lord to serve and nothing better to do with his martial prowess. And the task of protecting airships from wyverns sounded...great? Sure, why not. He is a protector at heart, so fending off hungry creatures at spear-length seemed like a good job.
But then he sees what a wyvern really is. Translations did not prepare him for the sight of living dragons of a sort, and as he stands on the foredeck of a ship, his arms drop to lower his Dragon Spear.]
I...I cannot! Dragons are sacred, even if they...ah. Want to destroy our ships.
[fog begins to pool around his feet, spreading across the deck. It may serve to obscure the ship from the wyvern, orrrr it could turn to the wyvern's advantage. Either way, it stems from Zilong's distress, and he can't figure out how to turn it off. He bears dragons on his armor, his clothing, even his headband, how can he turn against one?]
F-1/2
[As useful as he is in a fight, Zhao Yun is a bit in over his head, here. He's no stranger to firearms thanks to his sojourn in Orochi's dimension, but his spear is no good for countering them. One projectile grazes his arm, tearing through his sleeve, and within seconds a creeping dread begins to overtake him.]
It's not...it's not possible. We'll never manage. Don't you see it? So many people are going to die, just let them go...
[he throws himself on the nearest comrade, trying to pull their weapon away and convince them to turn the ship around and get the hell out of there, even if he's no coward and would rather die than run.
And then one of the sleep grenades lands too close to him. BOOM. At least he's not panicking in unnatural fear any longer, but instead, Zhao Yun wavers and then faints away in a dead sleep. His spear clatters next to him as he passes right out to serve as a speed bump to anyone trying to make their way across the deck.]
C
[It's just a simple philosophical wondering, one he doesn't realize he's sent out to so many]
But are my thoughts mine if others can hear them? Where do my thoughts end and theirs begin? Are we all one or am I still myself?