He might articulate, were his shield not lifted, veins not afire; braced to step into the blow and slash for the soft strap of armor joints, as in any other day and battle.
Fuck you — another top contender, were that shriek not followed by the thunderous flap of wings. Hair prickles, lifts; the smell storm gone sharper, seconds before lightning bolts through the air. Private Scythes fries like a spit lizard. Cedric's looking at it, which would be a great time to brain him with a spell,
"Yep," Everyone's looking at it. It's a fucking dragon. "Run."
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He might articulate, were his shield not lifted, veins not afire; braced to step into the blow and slash for the soft strap of armor joints, as in any other day and battle.
Fuck you — another top contender, were that shriek not followed by the thunderous flap of wings. Hair prickles, lifts; the smell storm gone sharper, seconds before lightning bolts through the air. Private Scythes fries like a spit lizard. Cedric's looking at it, which would be a great time to brain him with a spell,
"Yep," Everyone's looking at it. It's a fucking dragon. "Run."