[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Gryf's back
Skills: N/A[/center] 
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	Arthur was relieved to see that the zombie-dragon was quickly dispatched, knowing it could have been a massive problem should it stayed undead for too long. He felt so incredibly stupid for letting that happen, but he couldn't start beating himself up now, reflection and grief could be saved for after the fight. In the meantime, he casted his eyes down at Nancy, who'd managed to slay the dragon with just her words, something that he didn't know what to make of. It was impressive and scary for sure, something that made him wonder about the limits of his own powers.

	Arthur was paralyzed with indecision though, he could try to raise another dragon to fight off the hoards or fight Polybotes, but if he did, he'd be risking it going crazy again. He couldn't do too much from the air, knives were better for close range combat after all, and even if he could control the blade with his powers, at such a range, he didn't think he'd be at all effective. Arthur cleared his throat and asked Andy, "[color=4286f4]What should we do next? Sorry about that... I didn't think it would go crazy like that.[/color]" His voice was soft, clearly self conscious from his screw up.