That’s how long he could hang onto the summon for Clear Wing’s full size. Which meant it would be just enough for getting out of a pinch with another fae. Such time that Yugo could have with his dragon were few and far between outside of letting them hover near his side as a shoulder pet, but maybe the commotion the teen stirs up with them just outside the city (but not too far of a walking distance) will grant one a lucky sight:
White scales and teal crystal gleaming in the light of the sun as the synchro spirit whips about in the air, occasionally kicking up dirt and grass as they do so- the reason being that Yugo’s collected random junk none of the carnival’s gracious hosts wanted and he’s tossing them as high and far as he can manage or laying them out for the dragon to blast with a plasma breath.
But he also alternates for the sake of having enough training maneuvers to last the allotted time by pointing at small trees and random weed-looking plants for Clear Wing to slice through with the “Hell Dive Whirlwind Slasher”.
It’s all good exercise on many fronts for Yugo as well actually, since he’s dashing around doing all of this while maintaining the summon.
Rocket Pilder
But when it comes to training focused on himself, whenever he isn’t taking in what the Summerlands has to offer in hospitality…
Well he’s entirely shirtless for one. The teen will be stretching for a moment if one catches him early, otherwise there’s plenty of shouting as he tries to get the hang of the new mechanical addition to his back. Plasma flows out of the jets for as long his normal exhale of breath for a long and fantastic leap forward-
Before gravity reasserts its dominance and makes it very hard to stick the landing. And the ground hurts.
Alternatively since his insides are all screwed with in the first place for such an implant to be physically possible, sometimes one might instead see Yugo misfire himself forward instead of blasting at one of his own improvised targets…… or his jet doesn’t start and Yugo merely half-sneezes, half-coughs out a wild shot plasma breath. Don’t get singed?
Yugo | OPEN
Dragon Mastery
Five minutes.
That’s how long he could hang onto the summon for Clear Wing’s full size. Which meant it would be just enough for getting out of a pinch with another fae. Such time that Yugo could have with his dragon were few and far between outside of letting them hover near his side as a shoulder pet, but maybe the commotion the teen stirs up with them just outside the city (but not too far of a walking distance) will grant one a lucky sight:
White scales and teal crystal gleaming in the light of the sun as the synchro spirit whips about in the air, occasionally kicking up dirt and grass as they do so- the reason being that Yugo’s collected random junk none of the carnival’s gracious hosts wanted and he’s tossing them as high and far as he can manage or laying them out for the dragon to blast with a plasma breath.
But he also alternates for the sake of having enough training maneuvers to last the allotted time by pointing at small trees and random weed-looking plants for Clear Wing to slice through with the “Hell Dive Whirlwind Slasher”.
It’s all good exercise on many fronts for Yugo as well actually, since he’s dashing around doing all of this while maintaining the summon.
Rocket Pilder
But when it comes to training focused on himself, whenever he isn’t taking in what the Summerlands has to offer in hospitality…
Well he’s entirely shirtless for one. The teen will be stretching for a moment if one catches him early, otherwise there’s plenty of shouting as he tries to get the hang of the new mechanical addition to his back. Plasma flows out of the jets for as long his normal exhale of breath for a long and fantastic leap forward-
Before gravity reasserts its dominance and makes it very hard to stick the landing. And the ground hurts.
Alternatively since his insides are all screwed with in the first place for such an implant to be physically possible, sometimes one might instead see Yugo misfire himself forward instead of blasting at one of his own improvised targets…… or his jet doesn’t start and Yugo merely half-sneezes, half-coughs out a wild shot plasma breath. Don’t get singed?