Lorenzo let out a low whistle, his hand over his eyes as he examined the Hell Wyrm with a curiosity that could only match that of a cat's. He had certainly never dreamed he would come face to face with a wyrm of this magnitude, though he had to admit, this wouldn't exactly be the walk in the park he had hoped for. Wyrms of this classification were all over the world, although each one had its own element and its own dangers to them. But now wasn't the time to inquire, nor was it the time for any doubt; they had no time to waste, after all. Cracking his knuckles once more, he eyed the flames spewing from the monster. No doubt the fire breathing thing had a few tricks up its sleeve, but he wasn't about to die here. Karolina was waiting, and his little girl was going to get married--it'd take more than this to kill him.

Taking in a deep breath, he would nod in acknowledgement to Jaakuna and Lannit. Lannit definitely had the right idea, but as always, it was easier said than done. With that in mind, Lorenzo would make sure to be the first to strike--he ran forward, his gloves glowing with his magicks, and he would land a hit on the Wyrm. It didn't take kindly to the hit, nor did Lorenzo's hand when it felt like he had just punched a wall. He leapt backwards as the wyrm would swing its tail at him, though it was much too large and bulky to attack effectively that way.

Wringing out his hand, Lorenzo frowned. "[color=darkorange]Yeowch! Think I better step my game up,[/color]" He said as the Hell Wyrm would spew flames at them, the man leaping backwards to avoid getting fried alive.

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And so the deed was done.

Grant would turn on his heel and follow suit, having nothing to say.

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Of course she wasn't a fool, she was raised better than that! She had to admit though, Dalan reminded her much of her late grandfather, specifically his taste in tobaccos. The smoke almost brought with it nostalgia, though she couldn't say she missed it terribly, as she often disliked the idea of smoking. Still, as Dalan would question her goals, Nadeline felt that he just wanted her to voice what he already knew. Deciding to indulge him, she would put a hand to her chest. "[color=coral]To lay my king's demons to rest,[/color]" She stated. "[color=coral]If Wesley is the sword to pierce through the darkness, then I must become his shield. I will go in his stead...and see to it that once and for all his nightmares are vanquished. Before he can take the throne, he mustn't waver, and to that I must know what Sylvester is planning. Were his intentions true, he would have presented himself to his family, but he does not. Thus I must know and confirm what he wants.[/color]"