That was one god of a beast. That was all on my mind when I bombed it. Oh yeah, I bombed it. Me - one; Santa’s pet - zero. Yeah, me.
However, I’m not sure if I can keep up the lead until we reach the rift. Triggering the fierce suit, I flew away where Jon flung away from the blast. But considering that guy was one elite knight, he should be fine. Well, he was jerking his head, thumping his palm against his ears. He’s fine—take my word for it.
“Fly away, mate,” I shouted and lurched out of the way towards Noyar, who was peeking at us. I came down, manoeuvring the fire releasing steam releasers, and pulled Noyar from the snowy ground. Jon joined after a couple of seconds as we flew. Told you he’s fine.
“Jon,” Noyar called, shouting, “are you alright?”
“What?” Jon gave a look, showing he didn’t understand, even though he was flying just next to us.