[After hearing that some Shard-bearers had been kidnapped by ne'er-do-well ants, Byleth of course ambled off to go see if he could do a jailbreak - provided the Shard-bearers needed any help at all. Even shrunken down to the miniscule size, some of them were absolute monsters...
So, when Byleth arrived, having navigated the winding ant tunnels by sticking his nose into the air and following the scent of anything 'Not Ant' or 'Not Ant Food' (which turned out to range from unfortunate bugs to pieces of rotten food yuck), he ended up rather close to where D was being dragged off. Upon spotting a small humanoid figure being menaced by a stubborn worker ant, Byleth leapt into heroic action!
Or, rather, he just sent a puff of sparking flame directly at the ant's head, forcing it to release the little tyke's cape when it instinctively skittered away from the flash of heat and smoke. Taking advantage of the moment, he swooped in and picked up the victim like he was a shopping bag: that is, he just grabbed a fistful of cape near the scruff and picked him up like that.]
Excuse me. [He's... talking to the ant, not D.] I know you're only attempting to find food to feed your nest, but I can't let you-
[The ant, seemingly uninterested in Byleth's attempt at reasoning (???) or apologising (???), charged, mandibles clicking viciously - echoed by its brethren always skittering over to subdue the escaping foodstuff.]
-ah... alright then.
[RUN AWAY!!!!! While still carrying D like a shopping bag. Enjoy!]
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So, when Byleth arrived, having navigated the winding ant tunnels by sticking his nose into the air and following the scent of anything 'Not Ant' or 'Not Ant Food' (which turned out to range from unfortunate bugs to pieces of rotten food yuck), he ended up rather close to where D was being dragged off. Upon spotting a small humanoid figure being menaced by a stubborn worker ant, Byleth leapt into heroic action!
Or, rather, he just sent a puff of sparking flame directly at the ant's head, forcing it to release the little tyke's cape when it instinctively skittered away from the flash of heat and smoke. Taking advantage of the moment, he swooped in and picked up the victim like he was a shopping bag: that is, he just grabbed a fistful of cape near the scruff and picked him up like that.]
Excuse me. [He's... talking to the ant, not D.] I know you're only attempting to find food to feed your nest, but I can't let you-
[The ant, seemingly uninterested in Byleth's attempt at reasoning (???) or apologising (???), charged, mandibles clicking viciously - echoed by its brethren always skittering over to subdue the escaping foodstuff.]
-ah... alright then.
[RUN AWAY!!!!! While still carrying D like a shopping bag. Enjoy!]