[In spite of himself, when Ryu takes off, John's hands slide from a wary grip at the half-dragon's shoulders to lock around Ryu's neck.
All right. He's flying. They're flying. It's like a helicopter. Nothing to worry about. He repeats this mantra as they rise and level off. He'll figure out the appropriate show of thanks later if pints aren't in the cards.]
They're everywhere.
[John's talking as much about the people as the pixies when he finally manages to relax his new vice-like grip around Ryu and check below.]
Christ. Hold on a moment, though... [His brow furrows as he instinctively looks for patterns.] There's more of them near the water. See? By the river and the boardwalk. [Normally he'd point, but like hell he's letting go until they're back on solid ground.] You can't... shoot fireballs, can you?
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All right. He's flying. They're flying. It's like a helicopter. Nothing to worry about. He repeats this mantra as they rise and level off. He'll figure out the appropriate show of thanks later if pints aren't in the cards.]
They're everywhere.
[John's talking as much about the people as the pixies when he finally manages to relax his new vice-like grip around Ryu and check below.]
Christ. Hold on a moment, though... [His brow furrows as he instinctively looks for patterns.] There's more of them near the water. See? By the river and the boardwalk. [Normally he'd point, but like hell he's letting go until they're back on solid ground.] You can't... shoot fireballs, can you?