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“I was wrong about you, the whole world was wrong about you”

Just imagine all of Tony’s hero worship for Steve fading before his very eyes. The moment that he sees ‘the man his father wouldn’t shut up about’, the man from his childhood comics that he held so secretly close to his heart and IDOLISED --- all of that disappear in an instant, to be STOLEN from him and replaced with a dark image of a man who has HURT him beyond words.

The pain Tony goes through saying those words aloud does more to him than anyone could ever imagine. This is his hero, his guardian falling from grace, this perfect man who had been thawed out of the ice like it was some sort of miracle, some sort of blessing and giving Tony HOPE -- only to reveal himself as someone who he could have never imagined him to be.

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To the stars, riders. To the stars. { closed

If he knew that this would have happened, there was no way to prevent it. His eyes glancing up from time to time, he should have kept them before himself, not knowing when danger could happen. He was weak, of course, he had no adequate weapons that could be used if anything to go wrong but his luck was rather high, that's what he believed. So the chances of running into anything had to be low, it had to be, so carelessly moving on without another passing thought had the male passed by one of the many buildings that had yet to shift within the sector one's perimeter. One step after the other, his hands behind his back did the male look off to the side, taking notice to how the weather picked up in an area that wasn't near him exactly.

Seemingly, it was strange how it only became destructive on one side. A tilt of his head as he thought nothing of it, ready to leave the area until a loud explosive sound was done. Now that was not normal, turning back around to see that steam was floating into the grey sky had Astolfo rushed towards the area. Peaking from behind the building that he hesitantly sneaked by did he notice a creature of a design he had never seen before? Its form was petite whilst wearing something that was like a dress, a kimono almost. Even two horns settled upon it's head to give way to some type of demonic ice demon? Even as cute as it was, it seems that it was a threat. Not to him, but to another creature nearby.

Upon recognition was Rider able to tell that the monster's opponent was a dragon, one of miniature virtue that swayed through the air. It was avoiding and dodging various bursts of crystallized energy that left from the monster's mouth, almost as if it's life was in danger? And sadly to say, it truly was. The Servant took a step forward, though who was to know a black cat-like creature, a red feather hiding behind the pointed flesh upon it's head. Jumping forward, claw like appendages aimed right towards him. Well, this was too troublesome. Quickly dodging towards the side so that he couldn't be hit, grabbing the attention of the other monster. Froslass turning on it's heel, a glint in it's eyes that mean that even Astolfo would not be spared.

This was no laughing matter, even as he tried thinking of what to do was that cut off as well. Jumping straight into a pile of snow, using it as coverage as shards of ice was sent his direction. He knew that he kept his eyes on the Froslass so it must have came from the other bipedal monstrosity. Peeking behind as he noticed that the black cat-like being had decided to move closer towards Astolfo has a ball of fire been sent it's way, making the Seasel jump back from harm. Glancing over, taking in the actions that he hoped was from the dragon did the male slowly get to his feet. Surely, if his Master was to seem him in such a degrading state, well his prior, she would have been upset with him.

No matter, as he contemplated on his next actions and the dragon holding it's own did both the Seasel and Froslass believe in combining their attacks, the air around them growing frigid as a gust was forced towards the dragon, an attempt to push it down towards the ground. Though Astolfo who only moments ago removed his cape from his body had ran forward, catching the animal within it's fabric.

Though some would have stayed an fought, Astolfo had other plans which involved running. The spirit taking his leave away from the Pokémon that had attacked him, holding the dragon within his arms that was covered by the cloth in hopes that he was fast enough to get away. Even in his escape had he accidentally bumped into someone whilst running, knocking himself back into the snow. His rear freezing from the contact and a shake of his head done. ❝We have to run, we..❞ The moving within his arms as a head peeked from out the cape, the dragon making itself noticeable.