[ At this point, it doesn't matter who binds the robot-dragon. She shakes her head, but still seems enchanted by the gift. Her reply comes just a touch absent minded, sentimental: ] I think... strategically, it might have to be you. But we can always improvise.

[ Her thumb fondly runs over one of the runes upon a chain segment, idly wondering what the symbols mean and if he had designed them himself.

Having played together, they know just how to link up their attacks and chain them together for a percent bonus upon their damage. Ophion's HP might be daunting in number, but if they play their cards right, they'll come through. ] Or, ah... Together. We can tame this dragon together.

[ After another few moments, she looks up at him. ] Are you ready, Sir Dragoon? For the battle of the decade-- or, ah, century? To save this world... without slaying an ancient and noble beast.