Setheran was the first to be off. Not feeling charitable or patient, the first moment of danger and excitement, he jumped up, said, "C'mon Phoenix, pick up the old one and let's go!" And then he bolted into the shadows to see what's going on. 

Setheran looked at the river with a dread unmatched by even what the warrior might be feeling. She couldn't swim- he could. But he [i]hated[/i] the water, like a cat. Absolutely hated it. And it would get his uniform soaking wet- and going into a battle with a drake, what could be worse! A two-headed drake, at that!

Nonetheless, he resolved his mind and spirit (it may or may not have been helped by the appearance of the damsel in distress), and took off his pack and unneeded extra things. He glanced at Phoenix, and said, "Please don't lose my stuff, I don't want to swim back across. Bring it across when you can, okay?"

And with the anxiety and nervousness common among one that might be jumping off a 30-foot cliff into the ocean of questionable depths for the very first time, he jumped into the swirling waters with an elegant dive.

That alone got him more than a meter across, and he barely even slipped under the surface of the water. A good thing, too- had he tried to wade across, the riverbed likely would've given way and he would've fallen in anyways. The cold was a shock; he felt his cowl get yanked off his head, and his entire body was thrown off. It wasn't like he meant to just swim all the way across- he would have to improvise. 

Instead, his ribs smashed against a rock with a painful soundless impact, and then used it to push off and try to reach the other shore. Already, he was half a dozen meters down the river; by the time he emerged from the water, soaked and freezing, he was set to give up.

Then he looked at a very angry drake looking for a very frightened lady, and did the only thing a rogue could do: "[i]HEY RED EARS?! YOUR FIRE GOING OUT?"[/i]

The two heads of the wingless dragon snapped up to his eyes, four boring into his two, as if stung by a particularly sharp arrow. One head roared, angry and rather pissed off, and the other just sent a gout of flames his way. With a resigned "bastard" and a dive to the side, he disappeared into the undergrowth just in time to be missed by the flames- mostly. His arm was on fire, and his entire body was steaming and uncomfortably hot, the tree next to him alight with flame.

He could hear it approaching, so he rolled to the side again as the drake's other head sprayed more fire into the forest, randomly, trying to put out his arm in the process. Running and slapping his arm about wildly just about did the trick, and he still managed to get away with bruised ribs and a tattered, burned sleeve.

He loved this outfit. [i]Bastard's going to pay for that.[/i] "Hey double snout, you ain't lookin' to hot!" He was met by another roar and the crashing of underbrush as the drake began basing its way through trees and undergrowth, and the rogue did what he did best- he disappeared, leaving the drake utterly confused as it made its way into the forest.