The rhino starts doing an odd little shimmy, and Galliard tilts his head further. Is it... is it itchy? Who knows how rhinos work--certainly not him!--did fighting make it want to have its back scratched?
Galliard is lifting an tentative titan paw off the ground, ready to offer his claws at rhino-back-height for scratching purposes, when the rhino suddenly disappears. It doesn't crumble, or turn to dust, or run away; it's just gone, and the man standing in its place is someone Galliard would recognise from a mile away.
His paw thumps to the ground, and then there's the hissing, the tearing, as Galliard rips his way backwards out of the titan. It doesn't occur to him to imagine that this might be a trick, that it could be a similar magic to what the wolves used. Reiner, for all his flaws, only lied to Galliard once.
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Galliard is lifting an tentative titan paw off the ground, ready to offer his claws at rhino-back-height for scratching purposes, when the rhino suddenly disappears. It doesn't crumble, or turn to dust, or run away; it's just gone, and the man standing in its place is someone Galliard would recognise from a mile away.
His paw thumps to the ground, and then there's the hissing, the tearing, as Galliard rips his way backwards out of the titan. It doesn't occur to him to imagine that this might be a trick, that it could be a similar magic to what the wolves used. Reiner, for all his flaws, only lied to Galliard once.