It's rude to laugh at a man with a sword, but hammers and lances-?

[rebull]

Who: The Summoner and Leo Valdez
When: Afternoon today.
Where: The Island
Style: Prose
Status: Closed.

The message was already sent out, time set, event known, Leo was the one who prompted the rematch anyway. Kid's probably gotten good even in this shorter amount of time, but Summoner's just excited to see him again and have a fun back and forth. Fighting against a hammer is pretty fun, but then again, he's always liked fighting against clubs too, and they're not terribly different.

Lysander's eyes are to the sky as he waits, same clearing that had stopped in that last time, with the cold fire pit and the small stumps and such used for seats. His lance isn't out yet and his wings are folded neatly behind him, just waiting for any signs of his soon to be company. As always, he has some communes open, "some", try hundreds, but when doesn't he? Eyes all over the island, eyes and ears and what have you, he'll see when Leo makes his way here but won't jump to action when he does. The breeze is too nice, and so is the cooler sun this planet seems to have.

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[fundemetal]

"Yeah," Leo waits while Summoner begins counting down. "I live over at Coral Corral 8."

[rebull]

"All right- 2-" Slides an arm against Leo's back, dips, his other slide behind his knees. Lift- turn, and in a moment, Leo's being held like the princess he is.

"Three-" Crouches down, wings opening face, looking up to the sky and he leaps up. There's a kind of plunging feeling as their weight quickly takes to the air and Summoner's wings work to get them higher, not seeming to have much of a problem lifting up two people at a time.

[fundemetal]

Leo wasn't sure what to expect when he took up the offer on the lift home. but he hadn't considered he was going to be carried bridal style up into the air. He wrapped one arm around the one closest to him and rested his hand on that same shoulder. He didn't think Summoner would drop him, but it was still kind of scary not grabbing onto something.

[rebull]

Doesn't seem to mind, infact, expects it.

He carries the both of them pretty high, giving Leo a good view of city they're flying above, the sky- top of the dome- so close you could touch it maybe... if you went up just a bit more, it was hard to tell, it just looked like water. The ceiling could be right above Summoner's horns and you wouldn't be able to tell unless you reached up to feel for it.

But he stops rising, scoping out the area for a moment before heading in the right direction. It's a swoop like motion, makes the stomach toss in this kind of tickling manner that Summoner barely notices anymore.

[fundemetal]

It was strange seeing the city from this height. It was easy to forget how big the place was when you only really bothered to see it from ground level.

Leo tried not to focus on the motion sick feeling he was starting to get when Summoner swooped down. Last thing he needed to do was vomit all over the guy. Or send chunks flying all over the city. Everyone would just love getting hit with flying puke. He tried to focus on a single point, but there wasn't really a horizon to focus on down here in the bubble, so he focused on one of the buildings in the distance.

[rebull]

Big- Summoner would hear that as a joke if it was said. This place is pretty small when you're reminded of where the walls are often.

He can notice when someone's feeling woozy, holding them like this. Leo kind of tenses and relaxes in cycles. He tries to fly smoother, a little slower, glancing down to him.

"Doing okay, babe?"

[fundemetal]

Well, of course it's small compared to other places, like back home. But for a bubble under the sea? It's pretty big.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Leo is still looking straight ahead at that building, and it's helping some, but not as much as he'd like. Part of him just wants to close his eyes, but he knows that doesn't help any and would only make him feel worse.

[rebull]

Naturally, but to a man that lives as birds a majority of the time, having your sky limited really gets frustrated.

"...You sure?" A little worried. Leo was hurt after all, and he doesn't think the kid's used to flying.

"We're pretty close, want to walk the rest of the way?"

[fundemetal]

"If we're that close, might as well just finish flying there." He could hold out a little longer. Probably. But the idea of walking all the way back to his place with a sore leg while woozy with motion sickness was not on his list of things to do.

[rebull]

"Heh, all right..." A small smile, looking away again. He keeps quiet the rest of the flight, moving slow and steady, not wanting to jostle Leo too much. Summoner doesn't seem to have an issue with the silence either, enjoying the flight just as what it is.

[fundemetal]

Leo's glad for the silence because not talking definitely helps keep things from rising up in his throat.

[rebull]

Eventually the ground greets them, Summoner feet first of course, and then Leo's when Summoner helps set him down, keeping his shoulders ducked enough for Leo to lean and arm on or around him if he needs it.

"Here. Now get yourself fixed up, got a fun night tonight, right?"

[fundemetal]

After he's on his feet again, it takes Leo a moment to calm his roiling stomach down so he can speak.

"Yeah. Thanks for the lift." He definitely doesn't look good, but the ambrosia should help. Or maybe he'll go for the nectar. Might be easier to stomach.