An answer, probably, if the way he clutches it weren't already. Say this for bracers, they do fucking brace. Light warps about glove, an after-haze that reflects queasy from the sockets of his helm. (Nevarran, and they've really got one theme.)
"She's mad," He bites out. If this was only hunger, she'd be crunching on their comrades, might take a nap after. They're not that lucky. "Wait it out?"
Or break for the trees, maybe while the dragon's distracted. He might only be trying to send Vandrin ahead, as bait or decoy,
But then he probably wouldn't have agreed to the truce. In the distance, someone's screaming. They've been at it a while.
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An answer, probably, if the way he clutches it weren't already. Say this for bracers, they do fucking brace. Light warps about glove, an after-haze that reflects queasy from the sockets of his helm. (Nevarran, and they've really got one theme.)
"She's mad," He bites out. If this was only hunger, she'd be crunching on their comrades, might take a nap after. They're not that lucky. "Wait it out?"
Or break for the trees, maybe while the dragon's distracted. He might only be trying to send Vandrin ahead, as bait or decoy,
But then he probably wouldn't have agreed to the truce. In the distance, someone's screaming. They've been at it a while.