*Dion draws the Ragnarok, initiating it's immediate transformation. Blue flames start to flicker on the sword's blade, as Dion continues to look skyward at the flying creatures.*

"They'll have to come down sometime. Unless, of course, the can spew fire or some such unpleasent thing. I doubt I can hit them with my own fire until they get a bit closer."

*Dion stares up at the flying demons, poised to send a a blue fireball at them as soon as they got close enough.*






"Whenever I see the fluffy petals of a dandelion, I always think--"
"That it would be great if you could fly like that?"
"No, that it would itch if the fluff got into my ear."

~Gardenia and Kite, .hack//Infection
AIM:RagnarokWielder1
DC:Dion's Revenge