From the woman's perspective, it was as if Orion had heard her explanation and was weighing his decision.
"Trouble?"
A cold snort, like the rumble of a distant dragon, echoed from the void itself. In the same instant, an immense demigod's aura crashed down upon them, a wave of raw power that pressed the man and woman to their knees.
"For who dares trouble the kin of the great wyrm?" a majestic, impossibly ostentatious voice boomed through the air. "Let the heavens tremble and the earth quake, for the storm has come to play!"
A figure materialized beside Orion, cloaked in robes of cerulean silk embroidered with a celestial, serpentine dragon. It was Leonidas. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Orion, a silent, unshakeable declaration of allegiance.
Honestly, even Orion was a little stunned. The robes were just… a lot.
