[ It was fortunate that the sudden shifting of location struck Zenos while he was relatively lightly armored. No amount of warmth-granting potion nor helpful bobbing turtles would have been enough to keep him from plummeting like a stone, had he been properly garbed for battle. But he was not, and so the swim to shore is an easy enough thing, easy enough that by the time he reaches the shallows his mind is already turning over the possibilities as to what was happening.
If all of that possibility-pondering leaves his gaze distant and leaves him caught in his own head for the moment, so be it. He rises to his feet with an easy motion, sodden long blond hair hanging forward over his face. Another easy motion and he is sweeping it up and wringing it out, then tossing it it over his shoulder. His next motion, just as easy as the rest, is to square his broad shoulders and cast his eyes out upon the shoreline... and then he gives a sudden start, surprised to find that the silvery sea dragon that had been trailing him all this while seemed insistent on following him out of the water.
Hm. That's troublesome. Unthinkingly, he motions as though reaching to draw a sword, and startles awkwardly when he finds no blade at his hip.
That's enough of an opening for the serpent, it seems. It lunges in and bites Zenos's grasping hand, setting him roaring and recoiling backwards, snapping his arm back powerfully in an effort to shake the beast loose. Perhaps someone should intervene? But surely a 7-fulm-something paragon of power like him can handle one little sea serpent familiar. ]
B - Trial and Icy Errors
[ A snowball fight holds little inherent appeal to Zenos. What use is there in a mockery of a 'fight' with no clear victor? No true violence, no stakes? But the invitation also included the exhortation to come and test new powers... and that, he must admit, is worth making the time for. Testing his new limits in a situation with much lower stakes seems... wise, if dull.
So there he stands in the midst of it, his serpentine familiar Ginryu (who he has since worked out his differences with to the point of even granting the clever beast a name) wrapped protectively around a basket of snowballs, the pair sizing up the situation. He has ever been a man inclined to rely upon his own physical strength, but he has ever been adaptable as well... and he is determined to not let his loss of his Resonant powers be any sort of hinderance. For it has given him an inkling of how to begin tapping in to whatever new gifts this place has seen fit to grant him. He inhales, exhales, reaches purposely for a snowball and plucks one from the basket... and finds that three others lift up in tandem. ]
...hmm.
[ Best to make the most of that. A quick glance to the side to sight a target, and then abruptly he is whipping that one clutched snowball at them with force enough to sting painfully upon impact. And it is followed shortly after by those three others, traveling at similar speed with similar strength.
He is not smiling, now, but there's a hint of interest in his gaze now, at least. It is just as important to gauge the skills of others as it is to test his own limits. ]
C - Wildcard
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Zenos yae Galvus | Final Fantasy XIV
[ It was fortunate that the sudden shifting of location struck Zenos while he was relatively lightly armored. No amount of warmth-granting potion nor helpful bobbing turtles would have been enough to keep him from plummeting like a stone, had he been properly garbed for battle. But he was not, and so the swim to shore is an easy enough thing, easy enough that by the time he reaches the shallows his mind is already turning over the possibilities as to what was happening.
If all of that possibility-pondering leaves his gaze distant and leaves him caught in his own head for the moment, so be it. He rises to his feet with an easy motion, sodden long blond hair hanging forward over his face. Another easy motion and he is sweeping it up and wringing it out, then tossing it it over his shoulder. His next motion, just as easy as the rest, is to square his broad shoulders and cast his eyes out upon the shoreline... and then he gives a sudden start, surprised to find that the silvery sea dragon that had been trailing him all this while seemed insistent on following him out of the water.
Hm. That's troublesome. Unthinkingly, he motions as though reaching to draw a sword, and startles awkwardly when he finds no blade at his hip.
That's enough of an opening for the serpent, it seems. It lunges in and bites Zenos's grasping hand, setting him roaring and recoiling backwards, snapping his arm back powerfully in an effort to shake the beast loose. Perhaps someone should intervene? But surely a 7-fulm-something paragon of power like him can handle one little sea serpent familiar. ]
B - Trial and Icy Errors
[ A snowball fight holds little inherent appeal to Zenos. What use is there in a mockery of a 'fight' with no clear victor? No true violence, no stakes? But the invitation also included the exhortation to come and test new powers... and that, he must admit, is worth making the time for. Testing his new limits in a situation with much lower stakes seems... wise, if dull.
So there he stands in the midst of it, his serpentine familiar Ginryu (who he has since worked out his differences with to the point of even granting the clever beast a name) wrapped protectively around a basket of snowballs, the pair sizing up the situation. He has ever been a man inclined to rely upon his own physical strength, but he has ever been adaptable as well... and he is determined to not let his loss of his Resonant powers be any sort of hinderance. For it has given him an inkling of how to begin tapping in to whatever new gifts this place has seen fit to grant him. He inhales, exhales, reaches purposely for a snowball and plucks one from the basket... and finds that three others lift up in tandem. ]
...hmm.
[ Best to make the most of that. A quick glance to the side to sight a target, and then abruptly he is whipping that one clutched snowball at them with force enough to sting painfully upon impact. And it is followed shortly after by those three others, traveling at similar speed with similar strength.
He is not smiling, now, but there's a hint of interest in his gaze now, at least. It is just as important to gauge the skills of others as it is to test his own limits. ]
C - Wildcard
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