Tahi-shei winced at the Leviathan's sudden increase in volume. He felt anxiety pulse through him at the thought of what Vargas would do to ensure that they help, and he blinked against a sudden flash of the great, fresh scars and cracks in Orthoclase-Alpha's armor. He eyed the claws suspiciously for just a moment, and then was distracted by Vargas giving the implication that this was, at least to some degree, a competition.

Call him Arachne, then, because he was about to do his best to outperform a god.

His ear flicked against the good luck, and he very nearly said that he didn't need it. But, magic could be random and chaotic -- perhaps he would. Or, perhaps, he could simply work off of his own merit and go from there. With a final grin and a glance towards Draco, he headed off -- at first at a careful walk and then, after a glance over his shoulder, an excited bounce towards Pegasus.


/exit tahi-shei, via bouncing