Bahamut

Benjamin Ya

Leona Pollendina

Leviathan

Luccious

Script

Levi: *sighs at Bahamut and Ben* Between you two! *throws his arms out* Do we really have to make the moon a bloodstained mess again?

Luccious: *eyes flick down to Leona with a slight tilt of his head, before suddenly giving a gasp, clutching his chest in pain - feathers begin to rain down from his wings, evaporating into ghost-mist, as if maintaining his wings is too difficult for him - he ends up dropping to his knees, weakly on the crystal floor*

Ben: What?

Bahamut: He's down! Let's--

Levi: Let's what? Go Sygnus-tipping?