[A shrill whistle sounds and a bird of flame sweeps in to circle and provide some interference so Gladio has some cover from the vines for the long term. Behind it comes the dark haired, sharp eyed Keith with his black blade that glows with purple light of its own.]
Probably too caught up in our own crap. [He knows he wasn't exactly stable when he came to face the god. He shrugs it off, adding his blade but moving to cover the rest from the right. Giving them and him space to work.]
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Probably too caught up in our own crap. [He knows he wasn't exactly stable when he came to face the god. He shrugs it off, adding his blade but moving to cover the rest from the right. Giving them and him space to work.]