Crackling with the same heated energy, the same uncoiling knot in his gut that came not from a hunt well made and a kill earned- but a seemingly impossible battle that he knows they will see through. Two rogues are not an ideal team to tackle a dragon- but they are not just any two rogues. They are Zevran Arainai, the Ombra Nera, and Sister Nightingale, the Inquisition's Master of Spies and former Bard.
Part of him feels a little bad for the dragon, honestly.
He skitters to the side, venom on his daggers raking along the dragon's hide, acid splashing in their wake. ]
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[ Still he is, after a fashion- laughing.
Crackling with the same heated energy, the same uncoiling knot in his gut that came not from a hunt well made and a kill earned- but a seemingly impossible battle that he knows they will see through. Two rogues are not an ideal team to tackle a dragon- but they are not just any two rogues. They are Zevran Arainai, the Ombra Nera, and Sister Nightingale, the Inquisition's Master of Spies and former Bard.
Part of him feels a little bad for the dragon, honestly.
He skitters to the side, venom on his daggers raking along the dragon's hide, acid splashing in their wake. ]
Seriously though, Nugs?