Ignis couldn't help but smile. It was a difficult bias to resist; faced with a proud, almost mechanical looking Bahamut, and a smaller, more animalistic horned beast, Ignis was inclined towards the dragon.

Even if his elemental affinity called him to Ifrit. The Aeon felt like fire personified, and as it cast a spell under Tayuya's command Ignis could feel the power of it building before Ifrit let it go.

"They're breathtaking," he said, softly, adding his own words to Gladio's summation of them as 'pretty cool'.