"Right," A wet thump-slither-thunk as the second half tumbles. "On your honour."
For which dragons and Venatori oughta care about the same. What choice do they have? If he books it, and Vandren worms deeper into this hole, odds just split on who dies. She can still get at them here. An unlucky blast, a flung boulder, a sudden interest in the squabbling morsels below; and at least their headstone's ready.
Cedric works hand over wrist. The shield won't come again. Shame, because it's not Vandren doing nothing that's the threat: Five minutes ago they were trying to run each other through. A spell from behind's all it would take.
"You'll wanna follow quick,"
He takes off. The shield won't come again, so Vandren better. He'll make sure of it, in a minute, when he turns and lifts his arm — the broken one. Green energy flares, and cracks off the top of the makeshift shelter. Loud. Flashy.
Exactly the kind of thing to turn the wyrm's attention.
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For which dragons and Venatori oughta care about the same. What choice do they have? If he books it, and Vandren worms deeper into this hole, odds just split on who dies. She can still get at them here. An unlucky blast, a flung boulder, a sudden interest in the squabbling morsels below; and at least their headstone's ready.
Cedric works hand over wrist. The shield won't come again. Shame, because it's not Vandren doing nothing that's the threat: Five minutes ago they were trying to run each other through. A spell from behind's all it would take.
"You'll wanna follow quick,"
He takes off. The shield won't come again, so Vandren better. He'll make sure of it, in a minute, when he turns and lifts his arm — the broken one. Green energy flares, and cracks off the top of the makeshift shelter. Loud. Flashy.
Exactly the kind of thing to turn the wyrm's attention.