The battle was actually going in a relatively positive direction. Despite his reluctance, Lorenzo served more as a spotter for Grant, only really fighting whenever the enemy decided to get too close. The rain made his aiming a little harder, but Grant couldn't say he minded. Finally, they were down to three, and Grant let Savayna go wild on them. He slicked his hair back, off his face; the rain actually felt refreshing as it hit him, though something in the air changed. Even Lorenzo had noticed, though his wide eyes and dropped jaw were already tell-tale signs that something was up.

To say this was a first was probably understating it. 

"[color=darkorange]Oh man, can we keep it?![/color]" Lorenzo asked excitedly, not even bothering to think about the ramifications of having a warrior literally made of lightning. "[color=darkorange]It could sure help us out with the uglies in the Caverns when you think about it.[/color]"

Grant honestly didn't think they needed additional help, considering Savayna's unsaturated bloodlust. Still, the fact that it had its own will was...unprecedented. What would Nadeline do in a situation like this? Analyze it, make an educated guess, then go about proving her theory. But she wasn't here, and Grant was, so the ball was in his court on what to do with...it. One thing was for certain, considering its words, Savayna had somehow come to own it, as it stated it was a creation of hers.

Lorenzo saw Grant thinking, shaking his head. "[color=darkorange]Never look a gift-chocobo in the mouth, that's what I say,[/color]" He said, crossing his arms.