Verminius runs. Cedric runs. The dragon lifts a paw, and pulps a fallen horse.
Somewhere in the scramble, the shield drops to mud. Corpse flings out and it's absurd the way he darts over it, half-balletic for a clanking tin can. It's a bad day to be in plate. It’ll be worse if he doesn't find cover.
The slab's not room enough for two. That doesn't slow him, shoving under so far as it'll go, ass to elbow to tenuous truce. Maybe it'd be smart to put the mage on the outside, but that's not an argument he's winning. A low rumble. The earth rocks beneath them. Cedric flings out a hand, and something less real than that metal heater springs to life: An arc of shimmering green above them.
The tail smashes blind. Something in the Fade cracks for impact, the anchor-barrier dissipating above an arm that reels as if broken. That's not gonna work twice.
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Somewhere in the scramble, the shield drops to mud. Corpse flings out and it's absurd the way he darts over it, half-balletic for a clanking tin can. It's a bad day to be in plate. It’ll be worse if he doesn't find cover.
The slab's not room enough for two. That doesn't slow him, shoving under so far as it'll go, ass to elbow to tenuous truce. Maybe it'd be smart to put the mage on the outside, but that's not an argument he's winning. A low rumble. The earth rocks beneath them. Cedric flings out a hand, and something less real than that metal heater springs to life: An arc of shimmering green above them.
The tail smashes blind. Something in the Fade cracks for impact, the anchor-barrier dissipating above an arm that reels as if broken. That's not gonna work twice.