Nero stood tall in front of Dave, his back straight as he looked up even higher at the dark behemoth looming over him, his glaive right beside him. He uttered no battlecry, but his flames roared with a furious passion - refusing to be ignored. His body held not an ounce of fear even in the shadow death cast by the exarch.
All this and more… it was not foolishness, nor was it a blind arrogance. Nero had not forgotten the pain of having his body broken, nor was he arrogant enough to believe that the gap in strength between himself and the Primal Exarch had narrowed, instead of widened. It was not even that he valued the information Dave held so much that he would risk life and limb to protect him from this nightmare given form.
