Gideon normally wasn’t the type to go to war, preferring subterfuge and much smaller clashes instead, but he hadn’t backed down when he’d been asked to fight. Because he had something, someone, to fight for and protect. And he would do anything for Koda. Above ground had been much as he’d expected, but it had allowed him to unleash some of his nastier black magic which had greatly reduced his need for anything physical. Still, he made his way back down into the bunker with a few cuts and scrapes, nothing major despite what the blood all over him may have implied.
Not bothering to clean up, Gideon made a beeline for Koda. The ring on his finger that matched his boy’s collar acting as a magical homing device of sorts and it lead him straight to him. He pushed the door open and let out a sigh of relief, instantly feeling better now that his eyes were on Koda who was safe and sound still. “There you are, my sweet little cub,” he hummed out as he stepped into the room.
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